Time is like a song. In these three years, we have woven a series of gorgeous rainbows and let ourselves walk freely in the dream sky. In the three years of study and life, we have learned humility, cherish and appreciate. In these three years of study and life, we have had friendship, family affection and teacher-student relationship, and we also have some anxiety of "Don't wait for leisure, the teenager's head is white and his heart is sad". Therefore, we work harder and strive for a better life. We can't help but sigh: Time is like a song!
Time is like a song. In these three years, we are like a small river, let ourselves flow into the river and join the class collective in this ocean. In these three years of life, we have learned to be strong, to face and to struggle. We have learned that there are still many difficulties for us to face. In the process of flowing, our river will be blocked by stones and intercepted by aquatic plants. However, no difficulty can stop our passionate pursuit, and we have the perseverance to "insist on the castle peak and not relax". Therefore, we are always ready to accept the challenge and work hard to reach the other side of success. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song!
Time is like a song. In these three years, we painted a series of sunset clouds, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, and let ourselves shine more beautifully in the haze. In these three years of life, we have learned to express ourselves, adapt to and look forward to the future. In these three years of life, we know that the sunset glow can only release its brilliance when the sun goes down. So in these three years, we tried our best to display our wisdom and show our talents. We understand that life is still a long way off and there are more challenges waiting for us. We need to work harder, as the song goes: "I just found the difference between dream and reality, and let myself experience every feeling against the wind, just like seeing the fable of tears and joy on this day." I want to chase the perfect world: I still want to fly, flying very high and far in my world. " Therefore, we strive to draw a better blueprint for life. We can't help but sigh: Time is like a song!
Time is like a song. It sings enthusiasm and joy. ...
In these three years of junior high school life, we feel very beautiful and happy. We sigh: time is like a song …
Ninth grade Chinese Unit 6 Composition: Time is like a song. As time goes by, childhood and youth will never look back. Time is like a song, a song that never looks back; Time is like a song, a song that cannot be grasped; Time is like a song, and it is also a beautiful song.
Song of the years-prelude
Grandma is the person I rely on most. When I was a child, I always leaned in her arms and listened to her tell me stories about learning English as a child: I repeated what adults said over and over again like a repeater, followed the voice on TV, and then I laughed, even though I didn't know what I was talking about. Although I have forgotten these things, I can imagine that this is the prelude to the song of the years.
Song of the years-start
Going to school, facing the strange campus and the long-awaited campus, my heart is full of expectations. Sit in my seat, look around, talk to my deskmate, slap each other, play with each other, play boring but happy games with the teacher in class, and read the text over and over again. I heard the song of the years.
Song of the years-climax
Once, the teacher said that we would hold a parent-teacher meeting to let us know how to be grateful. Let us write a thank-you letter to our parents and give them a small gift. I wrote a long letter with childish hands, grateful heart, crooked words and sparse language. Then, I put on the shells I picked up from nowhere and the little bells I picked up from the broken box and made a "beautiful little gift".
At the parent-teacher meeting, when I showed my mother the letter and "small gift", her mother was taken aback at first, and then she began to read the letter. At first, her mother's eyes were gratified, and an indelible smile hung on her mouth. I don't know when, tears flashed in my old eyes, and the tears jumped out of my wrinkled eyes mischievously and slipped down my cheeks, but the smile on my lips did not fall. In the later interaction, my mother hugged me and cried ... I can't remember clearly. But I clearly remember that my mother has always regarded the "exquisite little gift" I gave her as a treasure. I feel that this is the rising tone and climax of Song of the Years.
Song of the years-trough
As soon as I take the exam, I feel uncertain. After the results came out, sure enough-I failed the exam. From time to time, examination results appear in my mind, and I have unspeakable disappointment and unspeakable sadness in my heart. I began to get tired of learning and give up school. So I failed my grades completely. I can see that this is the trough of the song of the years.
Song of the years-pick it up
Since then, my classmates and teachers have seen my changes, encouraged me and helped me. The teacher also talked to me and gave me great encouragement. I was suddenly enlightened. I not only found my lost confidence, but also filled my heart with confidence. From the words of encouragement from teachers and classmates, I can hear that this is a rebound of Song of the Years.
Time is like a song, with ups and downs, ups and downs. Time is like a song, which sings our whole life. In this song-like time, I will sing my time the most beautiful and loudest, without regret.
The ninth grade, the second volume of Chinese Unit 6 Composition: Time is like a song, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue; The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered; A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
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Three years of junior high school passed in a blink of an eye. The scene at the time of registration is still vivid; The scene of military training, the scene of secretly eating snacks in the dormitory during military training is still vivid; The sweat that my friends and I shed on the field came last, which was her comfort to me; Memories are as warm as tea.
In the snack street behind the school, there is always our laughter and indignation. In the seventh and eighth grades, we often ate in this snack street during extracurricular activities. Go to the stationery store when you are full, because she likes collecting all kinds of pens and books as much as I do. So, after every purchase, we complained together, why we bought it again, there was no place for the pencil case, and all kinds of entanglements.
Under the vines behind the school playground, there are often snacks that we "steal" from outside the school. We chatted over snacks. Sometimes if you are unhappy, you don't eat, buy a bunch of snacks and hide under vines, faster than anyone else, and then go back to work with a smile.
When I am late, she always takes my stool off the table and sits in my seat. Go back to your seat after the teacher has checked my big group. As soon as I entered the class, she pretended to be a student on duty to help me carry my schoolbag. I will get to the position soon, and she will pass it to me.
Three years of junior high school have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have to go. But I don't want to say goodbye to you, and I don't want to say blessing. The best thing is silence, leaving dreams to the night, leaving our past bits and pieces to memories, leaving tears to the sea and leaving hope to the future. Let our past bits and pieces become the purest memories in the deepest part of our hearts.
Ninth grade Chinese Unit 6 Composition: Time is like a song. Time is like quicksand, it will always flow away if you are not careful. Time goes by, the sky is still the same blue, and the sea is still the same magnificent. It will not disappear with the passage of time. But people are getting old, inconvenient to move, and facing the arrival of death, which makes them leave without care.
To tell the truth, students have no "freedom" at all. I have to attend classes six days a week and I don't get enough sleep. How can I have the mind to study hard? Many students think so. The word "holiday" is what students yearn for. As soon as they had a holiday, they were liberated. They often regard relaxation as liberation. During holidays, students like to play, mainly surfing the Internet, because they can relax by surfing the Internet. They often entertain themselves online, thinking that they are controlling the computer, and they feel very proud. In fact, it is the computer that controls people, controls people's thoughts, and makes them unable to see through their own behavior, so students have no "freedom".
In fact, students are the happiest at school. They can communicate with their friends face to face, cultivate their sentiments and be more cordial. On the internet, they can't see through each other's expressions. Maybe the other person is talking about concern, but his expression is sly. They can broaden their horizons at school and prevent themselves from becoming bookworms. Schools organize associations to cultivate students' practical ability. But students are a little "shy" and don't want to participate. The main problem is their feeling of face, not the school, but the internet.
Time is like quicksand, it always flows away when you are not paying attention. Time flies, student life is like a song on the internet, and the years wander in this song.
Ninth grade Chinese Unit 6 Composition: Time is like a song. Time flies, and time goes by without looking back. Years are like dreams, looking forward to the next turning point in life; Years are like water, flowing away without looking back; Years are like songs, composing different wonderful things in life.
Years are like songs, happy or sad, rising or falling, and so are our three years of youth.
-"Dream of Love"
Three years ago, when we entered the school gate of junior high school, we were full of hope and started a new course in our golden age, looking around the campus and expecting teachers and friends. The longing in my heart is like a dream of love, with expectation and hope.
-A Midsummer Night's Dream
Three years ago, we came from different schools, and fate made us meet in the same campus and class, with different personalities but similar preferences, and we came together. In the classroom, there are always several girls laughing, sighing, sadness and comfort, joy and sharing. This feeling, like a midsummer night's dream, is full of happiness and sweetness.
-"Lonely Heart"
I did badly in the exam that year, and I felt as uncomfortable as being pinned down by a big stone. There is a little bitterness in my heart. At that time, my mood was as sad as my lonely heart and I was afraid of being hit again.
-"cannon"
One afternoon, sitting on the balcony with a book in hand, enjoying the warmth of the sun, feeling very comfortable, quiet and free from distractions. With joy or sadness in the book, I don't want to be broken, just like "Cannon". Although in high spirits, it has brought infinite peace and tranquility.
Our youth is really like a song. Sometimes it's a hanging spring waterfall, which is very lively, sometimes it's a trickle of spring water, and sometimes it's a mirror lake, calm and waveless.
Unit 6 Composition: Time is like a song. Time flies. My junior high school life has passed unconsciously 19 years. I will never forget the way I went to school with pancakes on my back, my friends who studied and played together, and the astringent mulberries. ...
1983 went to junior high school. At that time, my family had a small population and earned less work points in the production team. I clearly remember that one year my family only distributed 60 Jin of wheat. In such a poor situation, my father resolutely let me go to Ningyang No.1 Middle School, which was the best junior high school in the county at that time. At that time, I didn't have the money to buy a bicycle. I ran back and forth for more than ten miles, carrying two bags behind me, one for textbooks and the other for pancakes. If a dormitory has students with beans and pickles, that is the greatest luxury. Roommates will soon turn on the lights together, and then discuss the study problems with satisfaction. At that time, eating a bowl of Chinese cabbage for 50 cents a week was already a very rich food! Many times I wonder how good it would be to have a full meal!
I will never forget those teachers who are knowledgeable and noble in personality. They all like me, a bitter child, and care about me especially in my study and life. I remember that Chinese teacher Jin talked to me many times and encouraged me to learn Chinese well, which finally put me on the road of Chinese teaching. Teacher Ning, the head teacher, observed that I was addicted to chess and taught me: "It's good to have a good hobby, but you can't indulge in it. It made me understand the truth that everything is animistic and I dare to drown. After that, I studied hard and finally got into the senior middle school of Ningyang No.1 Middle School with excellent results. Looking back now, I am really grateful to the teachers, who guided me on the right path of life.
I will never forget that string of astringent mulberries. The west of Ningyang No.1 Middle School is Guanghe River, and there is a mulberry forest on the east bank. In the afternoon, our classmates often go to school. It was an afternoon in May, and we found that some mulberries began to turn red, and all the green ones were red. Our mouths were watering, so we took action at once and took them off and stuffed them into our mouths. "Wow, it's too astringent, it's not ripe yet! We shouted in unison. " No, look, old man Lin is coming! I don't know who shouted, but we ran away in despair. I ran away with a shoe. Unexpectedly, the next day, the old man asked each classroom with a shoe in his hand and finally found me. I was very moved at that time, but I didn't say a word of thanks. Now that I think about it, I still feel guilty. Grandpa, can you forgive an ignorant child at that time?
I am 32 years old, and I really have mixed feelings when I think back to my junior high school life. There were happy times and hard life, but I will never forget that time, which left a deep imprint on my life. ...