The first day like spring
In the first day, people always stay in the most primitive state. Just like a glass of pure milk without melamine. And I am 100% pure milk-if my brain is good, it should be April Fool's Day. I carried Puma's backpack, silly hairstyle, pure eyes and gentle smile, and jumped into the classroom in three steps. When I put down my heavy schoolbag, before I could unload this expression, a strange voice came from behind: "The teacher is watching." I looked back and found that my buddy in the back seat adjusted his glasses. The reflective glass dazzled me and my mouth was obviously flying on the ground. I understand why Goethe hates all people who wear glasses. I said "Oh" and walked to the office. When I arrived at the office door, I found that there was only one teacher I didn't know. Looking at the back of the teacher, I know that I am not young. If I am not married, I will have a bad temper. I was immediately proud of my high reputation, so I walked into the office, squeezed out a toothpaste-like smile and stood behind the teacher, ready to accept the teacher's "sweeping praise." There is no way to be popular, only to make the praise more fierce. But when I stood behind my teacher for twenty seconds, she didn't look back. I don't think it's easy for anyone these days. Teachers are even more diligent than us. Then I have to wait another 20 seconds, and she is still "calm as a mountain." I think if I wait any longer, my face will cramp. So I went out of the office, counted "1, 2,3" at the door, then went into the office, went in and came out, and counted "1, 2,3" when I came out. The teacher's expression should be changed from concrete to abstract. Finally, I don't know how many cycles I have experienced. The teacher finally turned around and said, "classmate, I have been paying attention to you for a long time." Are you all right? " I seem to have been hit on the head suddenly. I am very wronged and say, "teacher … not you …" I what? I know today is April Fool's Day. You want to lie to me, don't even think about it. Please, the teacher is also a post-80s generation. "She said proudly. I am depressed to say who is messing with who. Since then, every April Fool's Day, my face will be unconsciously stiff and I will laugh, and that buddy will be beaten by me.
Flower-like second grade
In the second day of junior high school, pure milk and coffee turned into bitter milk, just like a melancholy latte. It smells good, but it's a little bitter. In those days, I learned to read novels in class, be distracted and aim at PLMM. I remember that once a political teacher took part in a basketball game, he bumped left and right, staggered and swallowed the court, and finally sprained his foot gloriously. Even if his team is the penultimate in the whole school, even if he is suspended from school for a month with injury, it is still glorious. Didn't lermontov say, "I look forward fearlessly in the hope of glory and perfection." Because of this honor, the school has a new teacher. In that political class, the new teacher didn't come, and I can't help but sigh that young people now ... the result is reading extracurricular books. I don't know how long it took, but the whole classroom gradually changed from a slaughterhouse to a pig farm and from a pig farm to an ice factory. Suddenly someone asked, "What about studying?" When I was near that wonderful place, I didn't bother to look up and ask, "What do you think?" Unexpectedly, the man continued to ask, "What book?" I was silent for half a ring, and then I slowly spit out a sentence: "Not suitable for you." I heard the man ask again, "Is it nice?" Out of politeness, I replied, "Not bad." I think this guy is too savvy. Can't you see I'm absorbing the essence? Don't rule out the possibility of Yan Ruyu suddenly coming out. Just like when you are eating, he is lying opposite you, staring at your meal, drooling and asking what it is, how it tastes, and whether you want to give it to him or not. It's not human inside and outside. At this time, my buddy in the back seat hit me with his elbow. I made money and said, "Watch it, don't move." This guy has a personality, which moved me again. In order to protect the vulnerable groups, I ignored him. But he poked me casually, and I turned around and shouted, "Are you bored?" ! Simba is not arrogant, you treat me like HELLO KITTY! "At the moment I looked back, the world seemed to have changed. A young man with a political textbook caught my eye and looked at me with a smile. That smile can kill me. After a while, I cocked my head and pretended to be innocent and said, "teacher, this book is very suitable for you." I'll lend it to you. "After a month, the political teacher always smiled at me in class, which gave me goose bumps all over the floor.
Dream-like grade three
Finally, on the third day, bitter milk turned into sweet milk, the kind with a lot of sugar cubes, which was a bit outdated. Despite the tiredness of studying in the third grade, many people have become prey, caught by people with poor concentration and bitten by hounds with good concentration. I've been bitten, and I've bitten others. There will be a girl in our class, who looks very safe and has pimples all over her face. Every time she sees me, she smiles at me, so I have to give her a smile back. For this smile, she can giggle at me in an absent-minded class. Finally, one day, my buddy in the back seat sent me something and gave me a very sad smile after passing it. When I picked it up, I found it was a peach heart folded like an apple. I subconsciously looked at the girl, and the girl giggled very well. I finally opened the peach heart and found it scrawled: "Do I still have hope?" I immediately had the urge to jump off the fourth floor. After a pause, I picked up a pen and wrote on the peach's heart: "petofi said,' Hope is like a prostitute, confusing everyone. If you sacrifice your youth, she will abandon you. Besides, now I understand what a sentence is like. "Say that finish let the elder brothers handed it back. As a result, she will look at me with horrible eyes in class. Let me say "Amen" again and again. Others can't bite me, and I can't bite others. My favorite prey belongs to the kind that looks good. I am the vice president of the poetry club. In a week or two, I will publish a poem more beautiful than myself. In order to get close to her, I joined the poetry club and was painfully "collected" every week. Unexpectedly, one afternoon when I was drinking soda, she asked me, "Are you free tomorrow?" Hearing this sentence, my heart was almost hit by a deer. But in order to keep a low-key image of a man, I pretended to be calm and said, "Yes ... Yes." "Really?" She looked at me in surprise. Hearing such a skeptical voice, I had to bite out a word: "hmm!" " ""then do you mind losing some time? " I pretended to be a deep singer and said, "Nothing." At this time, her eyes were almost bright, and she said, "Thank you. I will go out to play with GF tomorrow, and you can help me copy ten long poems. "After listening, I almost choked on soda. I didn't understand what "the person who loves me is terrible, and the person I love is taken away." "
Wind-like junior high school
The senior high school entrance examination in June stuck to everyone's face like super glue and could not be pulled off. Test papers are flying around like snowflakes, and you can imagine how many unjust, false and wrong cases there are. Red handwriting constantly challenges our visual nerve, and the report card is testing our ability to resist pressure. I'm getting numb. No, I'm blind. Achieve "the score collapses in front and the color remains the same, and the test paper falls to the left without blinking." How many days and nights have passed, and finally I dumped the super glue and looked forward to the facial cleanser. The senior high school entrance examination is finally over. In the three years of junior high school, we were tired, annoyed, hated, cried and hurt, but we never gave up. We laughed, loved, silly, dreamt and cool, but we never fell. Although Shakespeare said: "Time will pierce the brilliance and exquisiteness of youth, carve parallel lines on people's foreheads, eat rare treasures and be born with beauty, and nothing can escape its sickle." But the memory of my youth is an uncorrupted flowing water, which can make beautiful ripples inadvertently.
Mysterious youth
I became a high school student before I could say goodbye. In my opinion, the senior high school entrance examination is the end of a period of youth, and high school is the beginning of a period of youth. In addition to high tuition fees, high teaching buildings, high textbooks piled on desks, low people, low IQ and low scores. Bernard Shaw said, "Youth is beautiful, and wasting it is a crime." Then I must be sentenced to life imprisonment and deprived of political rights for life. But I want to appeal. I've been appealing. Just like Bian in Taiwan Province Province, even if the evidence is conclusive, he still appeals like a drug addict. I spent the first half year of senior one in a daze, never tasted the taste of junior high school again, but learned to devote myself to education. Indeed, a diploma is just a piece of paper, but it is nothing. Perhaps youth is as simple as toast and milk. Time goes by little by little, but toast and milk will not go bad.
Toast has been ravaged/milk has been ruined/my youth has been squandered almost/spinning windmill/lonely dry land/going further and further/wading through the once small river/those days that belong to us/endless singing/our songs/bread will be there/milk will be there/everything will be there.