Who has written a poem describing the life of junior high school students? Urgent!

Our middle school life Author: zgzyzjs Publication date: June 30, 2006 15: 09: 48 Reading times: 297 I also climb walls, climb trees and play football.

Just invited parents, and then went to fight in droves;

Those guys play with flower knives and dance nunchakus.

Finally, I couldn't resist the broken bricks and ran away like a cha-cha.

Self-study at 6: 30 in the morning, before dawn,

Light candles and plow through the fields of books, as if praying in church;

The class teacher was sleepy and wiped her glasses.

"Read the text, be sure to resound through the sky!"

Put your hands behind your back, hold your head high and pay attention to the blackboard.

As soon as I bowed my head, I hit the "bullet" hit by the teacher;

I stretched out my hand to answer the question for fear that my husband would not see me.

I secretly call from the bottom of my heart: please don't attack me.

Recess exercise is that most happy event,

The hornet's nest was punctured and ran into the playground;

The March on the radio is really exciting,

Take good exercise and make progress every day.

The mid-term exam is coming in a blink of an eye.

That's called an exam? It is simply humiliating IQ;

There are also some guys scratching their heads and having no idea.

Emergency assistance is worth being a classmate.

Announcing the results and seeing the teacher angry,

Carelessness brought tears to her eyes again;

Swear that you must study hard at the end of the term,

But who can tell me how to face my parents when I go home?

The popular song at that time was called Tuba is from China.

Huo Yuanjia and Zhao Qiannan are idols in their hearts;

A few days later, "The Condor Heroes" came again.

Only after learning Changquan, you have to practice "eighteen palms of dragon".

We were all bullies in the school at the sports meeting.

100 meters, high jump, shot put, we are brave everywhere;

In the basketball game, you will make mistakes sometimes.

But everything looks like a champion.

That day, the history teacher went blind.

Speaking of historical competitions, we are just sparring;

The dark horse was killed in the sudden final,

I accidentally held the Champions Cup on my chest.

There are some personal secrets buried in my heart.

I like being with her and listening to her voice;

Secretly holding hands, was caught by the teacher:

"After taking the first place, tell your parents!"

The head teacher is actually quite cute.

Draw well, write well, and play as crazy;

Table tennis is probably also a master.

I love singing "She is in the middle of the water".

The days passed like meteors,

Write a word to tell your heart when you graduate;

Looking forward to being as flamboyant as when I was a child,

After all, we are the brightest sunshine among young people!