Three years of junior high school life, accompanied by fleeting wheels. It seems that yesterday I was the carefree junior high school girl with two braids, and today I will bid farewell to that youthful memory and step into the door of higher learning institutions.
However, although time can change everything, it cannot dilute the deep friendship between classmates and friends; Although space can separate everything, it can't open our clenched hands, because we have the same goals, the same beliefs and bright hopes.
I still remember that on the court where the autumn wind blows gently, the girls screamed for the boys who participated in the tug-of-war, but the "failed" boys still ended in failure. We feel that our efforts seem to have been in vain, and temporary grievances, anger and infinite love for the collective have become an impulse-we had a big fight with boys. Why don't boys love their classes? But boys' self-esteem is not allowed to be scolded by girls like this. In a rage, they spoke. Don't expect us to cheer for your game tomorrow. However, the next day, on the edge of the stadium, the most energetic group of people were not the male students in our class. The girls were moved and threw themselves into the competition wholeheartedly. "Come on, come on!" They are the loudest cheers on the court. What kind of strength did that rich voice inject into the girls? "Oh, we won!" "The ecstasy of victory welled up in everyone's heart and generated. All the regrets after yesterday's failure have been forgotten. The sincere heart among the students mingled here again, and the estrangement and misunderstanding between boys and girls have merged into ecstasy.
Perhaps it is such a sense of collective honor that has brought us together, left unforgettable memories in the hearts of each of us for the three years of junior high school, and made us truly understand what the friendship of classmates is. It represents not only tolerance, understanding and trust, but also mutual help in study and life.
I've been in poor health, but I just hope I won't be dealt with by illness at the critical moment. But things don't go according to people's wishes. God just likes to play jokes on life with you-on the eve of graduation from grade three, I fell ill because of the rain. I lie in bed, feeling depressed and regretful about every day in Lacrimosa. I'm getting depressed day by day, and I even plan to study for another year. At this time, the monitor floated to my bed like a savior. He brought greetings and encouragement from his classmates. He patted me on the shoulder and said only six words: "Don't be discouraged, rush over!" " But it is precisely because of these six words that I rekindled the fire of hope in my heart, and I once again raised the sail of hope for my future life. In the next few days, a lovely classmate will come to make up lessons for me and cheer me up every day. And I will prepare a cup of strong tea, waiting for my lovely classmates. From then on, there will always be two figures writing under the desk lamp: one is explaining carefully and the other is listening attentively. Last time I made up lessons, the monitor personally went out. After the explanation, he picked up his favorite guitar and played a "Sailor" for me. In the silent night, the sound of guitar is so melodious and his singing is so beautiful. I listened attentively, and suddenly felt that our collective was like a ship, and each of our classmates was like a sailor on board. When the sea is calm, we will sing together and talk about our ideals. When the sea is roaring and the wind is whistling, we will join hands, encourage each other and tide over the difficulties together! Oh, what kind of friendship is this? What kind of tacit understanding is this?
I don't know who once said, "The most beautiful flower in the world is a rose, and what is more beautiful than a rose is the feeling of a friend." Yes, but I also want to say: what is better than friendship is the deep friendship between classmates!
Are you okay? I asked the sky again and again. Since they broke up, her figure and voice have been strange to her, and I don't know how to compete with them. When can we meet again, old friend? Let me pour out my worries.
Students for three years, endure that ignorant time. Peach and plum trees bloom in the spring wind, and after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground, remember? We walked arm in arm and sang together.
We all have the same hobby, and we all love poetry. I still remember, next to that snowy pine tree, we touched its vigorous branches and lamented that "people didn't know about Lingyunmu at that time." Next to the withered peony in autumn, we picked up a handful of residual red, but it was "cold and rainy in the morning and windy at night", feeling that "it will shine as long as it can, but once it floats, it will be difficult to find it." At that time, we were really "full of sadness"
After junior high school, we parted ways. I don't know when we last met. Do you remember? Do you still adapt to the unfamiliar middle school environment? Perhaps, you have found the poet friend you want, just like the Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest. Perhaps, you are still like me, or "I used to pick up the wine and drink it all by myself". Why can't we be happy?
When, let me hold your hand again, sing songs of everlasting regret, talk about the prosperity of pipa, complain about the suffering of drinking, sigh the suffering of Shu Dao, recite Qin Zhongyin, sing mourning poems and travel all over the poetry world. Pour out my concern for you. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Why linger at the fork in the road, children with towels * * *!
Three years of classmates, * * * bathed in sunshine; How many chapters of friendship have you written in a thousand days? May the lost years become beautiful memories. Always stay in my heart.
Don't lose the enthusiasm of the past, you still have to stay true!
The sea of life paved golden road, and the waves shook the welcome bouquets on both sides. Go bravely, my friend! In front, it is the conch that has already sounded; Cai Xia is waving a bright red flag. ...
From all corners of the country to all corners of the country. No matter where we go, no matter what position we are in, let's continue to fill in our resumes, hand over our excellent answers, and add luster to the banner of our alma mater.
May you be a drop of crystal water, projected to the vast sea; Make a delicious flower and form a garden full of flowers; Make a wisp of fiber and embroider a bright red flag; Be a small screw and stick to your post all your life. ...
Today, we are close classmates; Tomorrow, we will become competitors. May friendship deepen in the competition.
Being modest in the arena is undoubtedly tantamount to declaring your own failure; When volunteering, you should do your best. Life needs to be dominated by yourself, please cherish the capitalized "I".
Meeting is neither the beginning nor the end. Countless beautiful moments of my classmates will be engraved in my memory forever. ...
The life of old classmates is a bunch of candied haws, and the charming ups and downs will never be forgotten.
Over the past few years, you have planted the seeds of friendship in my heart. I will take it away silently, carefully water it and cultivate it, so that it will bloom fragrant flowers in the future.
Liu Yin shook his hand and bid farewell to all kinds of melancholy-the students are young and looking forward to thousands of thoughts, hoping that friendship will become a force for progress!
Life has opened its heart to us, my friend. Let us face it bravely and enjoy its endless grandeur and profundity!
The boat set sail in the port of youth, and we separated temporarily, full of ideals and pursuits. When shall we meet again? Will be at that harvest time!
An ideal as beautiful as the morning glow beckons us. The classmates are about to break up. There is no need to ask when we will meet. We, bit by bit, will be active in the sea of the motherland!
Three years is only a short time in the journey of life, but I will never forget sitting at your desk for three years. You are a pearl in my memory and a star in the sky in my heart.
Life is obtained from the flow of streams; Youth, flashing in the torrent; The value of existence is presented in the running of the river.
Let's stretch our legs and sweat and thunder all the way! Outside the school gate, there are many flowers and a bright future!
After graduation, I want to keep those warm days, and I am eager to get into the torrent of life as soon as possible.
In a quiet sky, every star has its own trajectory. Let us find the best position in our life, and the world in our mind may become harmonious and peaceful.
With memory, with fantasy, to life, to all directions of the motherland.
What you left me was a good memory. You miss the innocence and friendship when you were young. When I picked up the best wine in my memory and wanted to buy you a drink, I got drunk first.
Like a bee and a butterfly flying through the flowers, like a clear spring flowing through the valley, in the memory screen, the life of the student days is like a colorful picture scroll and a cheerful movement.
Birds are twittering in the branches, much like our whispering and giggling. ...
Do you remember the path paved with colored pebbles on campus? Flowers are blooming on both sides of the strait, and green willows are fluttering. How many mornings, how many nights, we walked on this road ... it stayed in my memory together with friendship, and it was also branded in your impression.
There are youthful footprints on the campus path, laughter and laughter in the flower beds ... Every corner of our alma mater is full of our friendship and our fantasies.
Please write another song of youth to accompany you and me to continue to forge ahead in tomorrow's journey!
We used to be two small trees side by side, we used to be two parts of a duet, and we used to be classmates at the same table. Please accept my affectionate blessing when we wave goodbye.
The wheel of time is about to leave the campus of youth, and before we even have time to think, we are heading for the front of life. What are you in such a hurry to say? -Let our hearts strengthen the bridges built in childhood.
Meet in a strange place, get to know each other and then part. Tomorrow, we will look for our new position on the map of life. Let's ask each other questions and express our feelings with our twinkling stars.
There are colorful soil on the earth, colorful shells on the beach, staff in music and colorful roads in life.
Today, my classmates broke up and said, Take care! Alumni of Ming Dynasty meet, congratulations: success!
For three years, I was laughing and singing, getting to know each other and getting together. I didn't even have time to say goodbye, and I will soon go my separate ways. ...
Someone said, "Everyone can be his own lucky architect." May we build a lucky building with our own hands on the road of life.
Drink up this graduation bar! That is the dew of life! It will inject victory into the future, and it will stay on our lips, leaving endless aftertaste. ...
The sky attracts you to spread your wings and fly, the ocean calls you to sail, the mountains inspire you to climb the peak bravely, and the plains wait for you to listen to the reins ... Let's go and wish you a bright future!
Shake hands tightly. The hand is intentional, the hand is affectionate, there are thousands of words in the palm, and there are also unspeakable secrets.
Walking on the white seashore, I am often attracted by people who pick up shells on the beach: focused and serious, long and confident, as if the whole sea belongs to him, and all the best products can be selected by him. Friend, I can't help but think of your concentration, seriousness and self-confidence in your study. ...
Worry about other people's worries and enjoy other people's happiness. Your kindness, enthusiasm and selflessness will always be engraved in my heart.
You cherish today and embrace tomorrow with a hundred times enthusiasm, then the future must belong to you!
Our generation is a cross-century youth. History does not allow us to disappoint the ancients and future generations. May we continue to explore and forge ahead with outstanding wisdom, strong will and fearless spirit!
The lofty ideal is the guiding light of life. With it, life has a direction; With it, I feel very full inside. Take firm steps towards the established goals!
No matter what occupation you are engaged in, if you want to succeed, you must first be interested in the occupation.
Society is a book. Let's study hard, pay attention to its profound meaning, and then continue to write a new chapter.
Youyou classmates
Listening to Lao Lang's "You at the Same Table", I suddenly remembered the scenes of junior high school life. ...
In a blink of an eye, three years of junior high school have slipped away quietly. Although I have bid farewell to junior high school life now, I still have too much reluctance and nostalgia in my heart. In the past three years, I have left too many wonderful memories. ...
In the first day of junior high school, the first class was self-introduction, and everyone was embarrassed. The only exception is "Xiao Zhuge", whose fluent language really makes us admire, and his eloquence is first-class. Naturally, she also became the "boss" who led us for three years and became the best old class in our school.
Meeting thousands of miles away is destiny takes a hand. The eight people in the dormitory come from all directions. 4 18 dormitory is our small "home" and Class 5, Grade 06 is our big "home". In this "home", there are happiness and troubles. ...
Sometimes, eight of us will unite to "attack" another dormitory; Sometimes it's "throats", either quarreling with him or quarreling with him, but after half a day's kung fu, we are talking and laughing together again. Every night when it was time to turn off the lights, I was still talking until eight people were arrested and stood by the teacher as punishment. How happy all this is.
One side was in trouble and came from all directions to support us. 12 Wenchuan earthquake touched everyone's heart, and our big "home" also extended a helping hand. Girls take out the money used to buy celebrity stickers, while boys generously take out the money they keep for playing games. Even ordinary "cheapskates" selflessly donate their pocket money, because we know that there are more people in the disaster area than we do. At the same time, every member of our big family is silently praying for Wenchuan. ...
There is also the humor of teachers and old Chinese teachers, which will make us laugh several times every class; The handsome math teacher's rich knowledge makes us admire; A beautiful young physics teacher, and, and. ...
All this, all this, is so worthy of nostalgia.
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It's all over, and now we're breaking up. I really hate to part with it. I really miss it.
Everything in the past has become the past, and it will never return. Only this beautiful memory can be preserved. ...