Ninth grade unit composition Time is like a song 1
Time is a song; people write lyrics in it. It’s the best of both worlds and it’s a song.
——Inscription
There are too many inequalities in this world, and one of the things we enjoy is time.
I must have realized that fifteen springs and autumns have passed, and I who just fell to the ground can now talk and laugh happily. I can't help but think about it, what have I filled in in the past years?
From one to five years old, it is the song of childlike innocence: taking the first glimpse of the world to search for more knowledge. The steps are shaky, but they are so natural. That is, I am a true sworn sworn person, doing what I want, rejoicing when I want to, and crying when I want to. There is no face hiding a knife in a smile, no charade, no gloating. The sadness. There is no poison in the back. True freedom and ease comes from innocence. In the heart, a transparent glass bead is worth far more than a diamond.
From six to ten years old, it is a song of friendship: I understand friendship and know that friends are the strongest allies in the world. Sharing hardships brings joy; I deeply understand family ties and the love my parents have for me. It’s not a matter of course. In the world they shouldered, in a relatively carefree space, I am not the emperor, but I am paying the same as them. I understand the competition. The last thing in the world is the human being, and among the human beings, there is no such thing as failure. Outstanding ones. Each and every close confrontation creates progress; each comeback and overtake builds on diligence; each and every step forward by others builds the foundation.
The age of ten to fifteen is a song of learning; each new definition is an opportunity for me to reach a higher level. Each new course is the foundation for my future. A pen is dragged across the paper, and the ink left behind is the result. There is no stopping, leading you to the distance, for more...
The years are like a song, whether you are confused or determined, happy or sad, it depends on yourself and the words you fill in. The portrayal of the past is also the condensation of tomorrow. Ninth Grade Unit Composition Time Cantabile 2
Looking back suddenly, three years have passed by in a hurry. The three years of junior high school were just a fleeting moment, but they recorded so many beautiful and sad experiences for me. My junior high school life is like a song of years engraved on a record in my memory. Now I gently put this record in the gramophone and quietly relive this familiar melody -
The melody of seventh grade is soothing yet cheerful. I am full of curiosity and joy about junior high school. In my eyes, there are new discoveries every day - I am amazed that there is such a row of beautiful crabapples on campus; I find that military training life is so desirable; I understand so many mysteries in living things. At that time, I used the purest heart to perceive everything around me, like a carefree and silly child, spending my beautiful youth to the fullest without hesitation or grudge.
This year, I look forward to it, I sing, and I sing happily.
The melody of the eighth grade is calm and slightly sad. A small mistake caused a deep gap between me and my classmates. I suddenly changed - from a naive child who loved to talk and laugh to a pensive and silent teenager. Faced with the "criticism" of my classmates, I chose to endure it because I knew that I had no strength to argue. This year, to others, the same flowers bloom and fall, winter passes and autumn comes, beautiful and natural; however, I am different from others, the lonely wind and bitter rain at dusk, withered crabapple petals, and the remaining clouds in the sky, It will arouse my infinite emotion and touch the weakest corner of my heart.
This year, I feel sad, I sing, and I sing in confusion.
The ninth grade tune is uplifting and nerve-wracking. That longing and that sense of loss have all become history. The high school entrance examination brought pressure to me, and I suddenly felt a heavy burden on my shoulders. However, the high school entrance examination also gave me the motivation to study. In order to take the high school entrance examination, to live up to the teacher's expectations, to repay my parents' love, and to achieve my ultimate goal, I fought bravely and worked tirelessly. Of course, in addition, I had to give up many things that I cherished so much, but I firmly believe that my efforts will be rewarded. I believe that I will do better and better in the future.
This year, I run, I sing, and I sing confidently.
The three movements flowed away as gently as water. I carefully removed the record and put it back in my backpack. After this small pause, I will embark on the road of youth again and sing bravely. I know that the passing years will engrave my every move, word and deed on this record for me to slowly savor and listen carefully. Ninth grade unit composition Time is like a song 3
The silent years are like mercury slipping from the fingertips. So gentle, like the night retreating into dusk, quietly taking away the silky memory. Opening your palms, you can't see the traces of the passage of time, but in your ears, a harmonious rhythm sounds. Years, turns out to be a song.
"Ding dong, ding dong````" The cantabile years resound through the long dark night, just like a puddle of spring water going down the drain. The autumn wind and rain of the past suddenly filled the back of my mind. After every sleepless night, I wondered where to go, smiling but speechless.
"The world is so big, where is my place to live?" Years, years, stop the rhythm of your music and give me a moment of deep thought. Let me realize whether to choose life or let life dominate us. Spring and Autumn Replacement, looking back on the past like smoke. Years, years, every moment you pass and every step I take, you leave no trace.
Just like the sound of singing, vibrating the eardrums, it is so intriguing, but there is no trace. What is remembered is just the melody that shocked the soul.
"The sun is always behind the wind and rain, and there is a clear sky behind the dark clouds." The years echo like a song in the blue sky, just like a word that wakes up a dreamer. The misty memories of the past disappeared in an instant. Bathed in the breeze, how to set sail in each short day. Smile and be confident. Even though the years are like a song, I can still feel the beat of the notes. Years and years have allowed me to surpass myself and chase my dreams. In the cold winter, looking at the palace of dreams, years and years, every second you beat, every step I take, the warm sunshine is shining.
Like music, echoing in the ears. So tempting and thoughtful, gently brushing against the cheek. I feel like the years are refreshing my memory, and the beautiful singing is always provoking.
There is a kind of feeling that is indescribable; there is a kind of tacit understanding that is tacitly understood; there is a kind of longing that is endless; there is a kind of emotion that makes the years like a song.
The years are like a song, touching the music in my heart!
That is a song.
That is a soft song.
That was a gentle song of years. Ninth Grade Unit Composition Years Are Like a Canticle 4
Three years of junior high school are not long, but they are not short either. It seems that just yesterday I was looking longingly at those big golden characters in front of the school gate, but today I am about to face the high school entrance examination and leave here, and my heart can't help but be filled with reluctance and sadness. Again, record the anecdotes of the past three years to commemorate. Time flies like a song, this is my junior high school life.
First class
In the first class, the excitement of meeting new classmates still lingers in my heart. I still remember those boys and girls who put aside their shyness and read their names loudly and made up interesting sentences to introduce themselves in order to make everyone remember their names. Those green faces, full of curiosity, are firmly remembered in my mind. We called the wrong names again and again and made many jokes. However, we longed for friendship and finally remembered the names and the corresponding faces. That was really not easy. Because of fate, we were assigned to the same class, met, got to know each other, got to know each other, and interacted with each other. Like a companion, like a song, we have a friendship in the years.
Sports Day
We are different on the sports field. We were full of energy on the court, but we were not as bookish as usual. Sprinting is a test of explosive power; long-distance running is a test of willpower; high jump is like a fish leaping over a dragon; long jump is as light as a swift. The race against time on the court, the team spirit is undoubtedly on display, the tacit understanding in the eyes, the fighting roar, the white chalk marks recording the scores on the sidelines are no longer clear, but the cheers of victory are as if they are in our ears, they are our memories. There is also failure, who can not fail? But how can we say that a failure after full preparation is not a glorious defeat? Like Allegro, this is our spirit in the years of Cantabile.
Private conversation about the dormitory
The dormitory is unfamiliar to me. The raised bed and the cabinets filled with items are like another home. Five strange girls have become my roommates who are both close friends and relatives. The whispers after ringing the bell at night, snickering and whispering, whispering about a certain student in another class who looks like a certain star, which song is good, seeing a funny joke, someone’s embarrassing thing that happened to happen, and who’s cup was broken Shouting for compensation...it wasn't until my aunt heard her and knocked on the door that she hid in bed, snickering and stopped talking. By now, we are all very familiar with each other. We write more Christmas cards than other classmates, give many "extravagant" gifts, and hang out inseparably. This is an example of how girls distinguish between friends, and we are naturally no exception. If others ask why you have such a good relationship, we will proudly answer: We are proud, we are from 108! Like a witty ditty, in the years of Cantabile, this is not only friendship, but also akin to family affection.
Junior high school life is like a building, which is endlessly memorable. Ninth grade unit composition Time is like a song 5
Time flies, and my junior high school life has passed unknowingly for 19 years. I will never forget the journey of carrying pancakes to school. Xiaolu, I will never forget the friends who studied and played together, and I will never forget the string of mulberries...
I went to junior high school in 1983. At that time, my family had a small population, and I earned a lot of money in the production team. The work points were small. I clearly remember that one year my family only received 60 kilograms of wheat. Despite such poverty, my father still resolutely sent me to Ningyang No. 1 Middle School, the best junior high school in the county at that time. At that time, I had no money to buy a bicycle, so I ran back and forth ten miles away, carrying two bags behind me, one bag filled with textbooks and the other bag with pancakes. If a classmate in a dormitory brings beans and pickles, that is the greatest luxury. The roommates will quickly share the food together and discuss study issues with great satisfaction.
At that time, having a bowl of Chinese cabbage that cost 5 cents a week was a good gift for your teeth! Many times I think about how nice it would be to have a full meal!
I will never forget those teachers who are knowledgeable and noble. They all like me, a hard-working child, and pay special attention to me in study and life. I remember that my Chinese teacher, Mr. Jin, talked to me many times and encouraged me to learn Chinese well, which finally made me embark on the path of Chinese teaching. My head teacher, Teacher Ning, noticed that I was obsessed with chess and taught me: "It's good to have good hobbies, but you can't indulge in them. It made me understand that everything loses its will, and wisdom and courage are often trapped in addiction. After that, I studied hard , I was finally admitted to Ningyang No. 1 Middle School with excellent results. Looking back now, I am really grateful to the teachers for guiding me on the right path in life.
I will always be there. I will never forget the string of mulberries. To the west of Ningyang No. 1 Middle School is the Gu River, and there is a mulberry forest on the east bank of the river. Our classmates often went to study in the afternoon. It was an afternoon in May, and we found that some mulberries were starting to turn red. , green and red, we salivated, took action immediately, took it off and stuffed it into our mouths. "Wow, it's so astringent, it's not ripe yet!" We shouted in unison. "No, Lin's old man is here! Someone shouted, we ran desperately, and I actually lost a shoe. Unexpectedly, the next day, the old man was carrying a shoe , asked from classroom to classroom, and finally found me. I was very touched at the time, but I didn’t say a word of thanks. Now that I think about it, I feel very guilty. Old man, can you forgive me for being an ignorant child at that time? ?
Now that I am 32 years old, when I look back on my junior high school life, I really have mixed feelings. There are both beautiful and happy times, but also the bitterness and sadness of life, but I will never forget that time in my life. , it has left a deep mark on my life... Ninth grade unit composition "The years are like a song 6"
The years are like a song, life is like a dream, the song ends, and the dream wakes up, leaving behind There are only good memories left.
——Inscription
Three years passed by in a hurry, like running water, silently and without leaving a trace, creating ripples one after another. A timeless song has also sung. The parting is right in front of us. Looking at the past days seems like yesterday. Now there seems to be countless reluctant threads in the eyes of classmates, which are not neatly sorted and cut constantly. They want to talk about their feelings together. , but I don’t know where to start, but I will definitely remember that "there are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors in the world."
Think about it, the leisurely life in the first grade of junior high school is still fresh in my memory.
In the calm autumn, we gently walked into the gate of junior high school and started a new journey. The relaxed junior high school life allowed us to get to know each other and get together in happiness. The evening self-study in the first grade of junior high school made us happy. And excited. Before evening self-study, we always drag our new friends around the playground, talking about this and teasing that, with smiles on our faces, leisurely and leisurely, until the school bell rings, and everyone is restless. After returning to my seat, a "concert" was held in the classroom, forcing the monitor to use the long-lost "Hedong Lion's Roar", which temporarily extinguished the spark of excitement.
The days always pass by so fast, passing away in the blink of an eye, leaving behind this period of unforgettable happy music.
Think about it, the youthful life in the second grade of junior high school is like this. Yesterday.
It was another autumn day when the sky was high and the clouds were clear. Those smiling faces seemed familiar, but they were strange. The playground that used to be "yellow sand" has become a playground with the same color on the outside, but there is something hidden inside. We no longer have the heart to step on the vibrant lawn. In the second grade of junior high school, there is no evening self-study. We have no place, no time, and gradually no more "same language". We are all alienated, and the distance is also disappearing. Far away, sometimes I wonder: Do people like the new and dislike the old... But time has given me the answer I want: indifference is temporary, but friendship is long-lasting; misunderstandings are gray, but memories are beautiful. Like wine, the longer it ages, the more fragrant and mellow it becomes. Although it is full of loneliness when aging, the aroma is enough to spread for ten miles after being opened.
Life in the second grade of junior high school is like a bass tune, rising deep and high. thousand.
Think about it, the intense life in the third grade of junior high school is full of motivation!
It’s still autumn, but it seems like summer is not over yet, and the hot and tense atmosphere still hasn’t dissipated. There are also exams that come like a tide, which makes people unprepared. A "wise man" said: "The monthly exam is a piece of cake, the high school exam is ordinary, the final exam is a luxurious meal, and the high school exam is full of Manchu and Chinese." As soon as the exam came, we were busy: First, let’s use the “magic knife before battle”. As the saying goes, “If you sharpen the knife before battle, the disadvantage will be ruined.” Alas, just for psychological comfort, let’s pray again: “God, bless you in your hard life.” My child, the test paper must not be too difficult, Amen." As a result, when the test paper was issued, there was only one word "dizzy". People are like iron, and rice is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will be hungry. But this "rice" is too hard to swallow, right? If it is not done well, it will lead to "indigestion". There is no other way but to "raise your head to wipe the sweat, lower your head and continue to work." Our fighting spirit was completely stimulated by the "Man-Han Banquet" table. We were all very motivated and pushed the song of the years to a climax with great passion.
The years are like a song, like a cheerful song that reminds me of the beauty of the past; the years are like a song, like an astringent old song that makes me understand that bitterness is also an essential flavoring in life; Rucantabile, like a rock music, full of energy and confidence.
Finally, I give you a bouquet of forget-me-nots. Its flower language is: Please don’t forget me.
Please don’t forget me, please don’t forget the beauty of the past, treasure it well, let us join hands and move towards a better future together, and sing the song of the years!