Writing 1 in the second day of junior high school is a bit shaky. In 20xx, the second day of junior high school lived a dark life. Shuttling between home and school every day, I have tasted the bitterness of two points and one line.
In 20xx, I was in Grade Two. There are self-study classes every day, but there are no self-study classes every day. Please forgive me, this sentence seems contradictory, but it is true: almost every day's self-study classes are taken away, exams or classes are taken up, and there are few classes left for students to write homework in a week. When the teachers stood on the podium and talked with relish, there were endless complaints and yawns below. It's like this every time. All the teachers don't seem to notice it, or they do, but it doesn't affect their mood.
Near the end of school, there will always be representatives from several disciplines crowding onto the podium and leaving homework on the blackboard. The scene was more spectacular than a hundred schools of thought contending. There is a clear dividing line between the assignments of various subjects, and everyone is afraid of taking up less space and leaving less homework. But have they thought carefully about when to recite the questions before and after a blackboard assignment and when to fill in the answers on the blackboard?
After that, take a long breath. Time is like water, time flies. I can't write the old narrative anymore, because my innocent and pure writing is submerged in the dust of the years. Maybe it's because I read too many novels, and what I write also contains a kind of sentimentality, sentimentality towards people and things. I bid farewell to the imaginary realm of dreams and floating words, and most of my essays are essays or random fragments. Those flashy sentences may not be with me anymore.
On June 20th, the final exam of biogeography. So in the present days, either four geography books plus Tongliao geography notebook plus activation, or four biology books plus four sets of topics plus one Huanggang are put on the table. Bury your head or do problems until late at night every day. He who refuses to sleep before eleven o'clock can't get up in the morning. They often go to class on foot, and they are willing to endure drowsiness in class.
I live like a moth in such a day, supporting endless homework and problems, living in a fire surrounded by myself, hoping to be as elegant as a deer, but as hasty as a mouse. Smile brightly, but lonely and empty, eyes tired. Be lazy occasionally, because novels are difficult to read, even if you have to guard against informers; Listening to mp3 with headphones at home, JJ Lin's "Cao Cao" seems so breathtaking; When you go to school, go straight to the middle stairs after class, and then turn around and walk back. I have enjoyed traveling again and again. ...
I live like this, learning that I love to torture people. In 20xx, I was in the second day of junior high school, thinking about tomorrow's glory in the dark.
I am like a moth, living in the fire around me, eager to become a butterfly in the raging fire one day, flying high and living that life.
Everyone's life will be full of many wishes and dreams. However, the reality is ruthless. It cruelly presents one problem after another to many people with ideals. Many people think hard about these problems and eventually stay away from their dreams and ideals because of these difficulties. I don't understand why reality so cruelly prevents people from having beautiful ideals, but we can't back down because of it. We must face it bravely. We have the courage to overcome difficulties.
I had many dreams, too. I dreamed of becoming a police inspector, but when I was in junior high school, the school discipline was poor and I didn't want to go again. My mom and dad advised me again and again, and finally I was satisfied. Everything in life is not difficult.
As long as we have the courage to overcome difficulties and indomitable spirit, all difficulties will become vulnerable in our eyes.
I don't know where I would be without me here. I always think about such a thing. Imagine if I lived in another environment, would I still be myself now?
Everything is like a template, dragging me step by step. I don't know how long this road is, because I can only see the sand on the road and the weeds beside it, without the lofty and grand goal.
I have always wanted to have a different way of life, watering the flowers in my heart with my passion and making them grow more luxuriantly. Faced with those temptations, I can stick to my principles more firmly and live the life I want. I speak so firmly every time, but I fail so miserably every time. They died so gloriously. I don't know when I can get rid of this torment. But I always believe that I can do things better.
I don't remember where I have seen this name, but I have some strange feelings. Lin Ruo, let it be my second pen name.
The wind is really strong today, but the sun is still shining persistently. I remember this time last year, when I first came to this strange place, the sunshine was as dazzling as this time. At that time, I wanted to make 1,001 wishes, about friendship, about life and about growth.
But I want to say that 1,001 wishes are too many, and I only need to realize one. Some ordinary, some ordinary, remember what Uncle Champion said, be a good girl, be a happy good girl. ...
No one has seen it.
Deep-sea fish shed tears, thinking that she never knew sadness. However, at that time, because she stayed in the depths of the sea, her tears were invisible to others. Forgiving yourself is really more important than forgiving others. Nothing is unforgettable. No matter how beautiful and unforgettable the past is, it is just the past.
We have no reason not to live well. Learning to love is actually very easy. Therefore, we should all live well and live well. ...
Everyone has experienced setbacks and failures, which I have never felt.
But on New Year's Day, I failed. I didn't get a place in the speech contest. In the face of the teacher's reprimand and classmates' ridicule, I can only keep silent. Only my good friend came to comfort me.
I can understand the teacher's eyes. The teacher is not friendly to me. The teacher is not as amiable as before. I hate myself, why, why! I'm not as good as her, and neither am I.
How much I wanted to attend when I was a child! But I was deprived by the teacher again and again. I struggled, worked hard, and finally got a chance. However, unexpectedly, the opponent is very familiar with the school. I seem to have fallen off a cliff.
The next day, the teacher scolded me in front of the whole class, and all the students stared at me at once. How sad I was then!
In front of people, I always pretend to be careless, but in my heart, I care. I can't complain to others. What I need most now is only two people. They are my sister and cousin. Unfortunately, they are not in my hometown.
I must cheer up, as the song goes, "Sunshine always appears after rain". I will never give up. I believe I will surpass everyone and achieve the goal in my heart!
One day, the teacher gave us an assignment-making a small work. As soon as I got home, I went online to look up gorgeous pictures. I chose a house in a vast number of small productions.
This house is made of chopsticks. I first drew a template on paper, and then bought a lot of chopsticks, ready to start building a house. The house consists of five sides and a roof. I want to build the roof first. I took about ten pairs of chopsticks and glued them together. In order to prevent the chopsticks from breaking, I repeatedly checked the firmness of the chopsticks, so that every chopstick was close together and could not escape from this big family. It took about 10 minutes to build the roof. Next, I want to build other parts of the house, and the most difficult part is the front. Building windows and gates in front of me was a great test, but I didn't give up. Relying on the original idea, I effortlessly constructed the left, right, bottom and back.
Next, we have to meet the test of the highest difficulty and assemble it. I first made the front face into a rectangle, but after looking at the template I drew before, I found that the chopsticks next to it should be shortened so that each face can be spliced successfully. So I dropped a few centimeters from the chopsticks next to me. In other words, one chopstick is easy to break, but ten chopsticks are difficult to break. But I think one chopstick is easy to cut, but ten chopsticks are difficult to cut. It took me a lot of effort to cut chopsticks. Finally, I carved a window and a gate with a knife, and finally spliced five faces with the roof and put a small balcony, and my house was completed.
Making small works broadens my horizons, exercises my thinking and, more importantly, cultivates my perseverance. There are too many benefits. I will do more small productions when I have time.
Walking on the way to school, I feel very happy, because I can meet new classmates again and make many new friends! I stepped up my pace. ...
When I arrived at the new school, "Wow" I couldn't help being happy. The new school is really beautiful, but the fly in the ointment is that there is rubbish in the flower bed. Many students pretended not to see it, and suddenly a light figure flashed in front of my eyes. It turned out that a new classmate threw it into the trash can. Walking into the spacious and bright classroom, I saw many familiar faces and many unfamiliar faces, and I chatted with them in twos and threes. ...
"Ding ... jingle bell ... jingle bell rang, and the students all returned to their positions. I saw an empty seat in front of me. I wonder who will be when the teacher comes in. I saw an empty seat and asked, "C, do you know who your deskmate is?" C was about to answer when suddenly there came a "report!" The door rang, and the students all looked at the door, "Ah!" "Isn't this the classmate who took the initiative to pick up garbage just now!" I was very surprised. Sweating profusely, he panted, "I'm sorry, teacher." A classmate was injured just now. I sent her to the infirmary! " "The teacher praised him and said that everyone must learn more from him in the future.
Through communication, we know that he is a helpful classmate. He is diligent and willing to contribute to the class every time.
I remember once he played basketball with other students. Suddenly, classmate C was knocked down. As soon as he saw it, he quickly sent classmate C to the infirmary. Everyone is surprised, because he likes playing basketball best, and he only gets a chance to play basketball once every two weeks. He gave up his game time to help others. Everyone should learn from him. Everyone looked at the lithe figure on his back, eager to try and ready to help.
"ah! ! "Why didn't he come today! Without him, the class would be a mess. It turns out that he is sick today! The whole class actively asked the teacher to take them to see him and help him review his lessons. "good!" As soon as the teacher agreed, the classroom began to boil again!
"ah!" This is my new classmate, and his spirit has infected everyone. Now our class is an active class!
Everyone has learned to be helpful, so that our life will be better!
Chapter 6 of Grade 2 This evening, my sister and I went to Longyuan Lake to play skateboarding.
At the beginning, my sister and I beat each other to the death, and you chased each other and refused to give way. Suddenly, a trap appeared in front of me, and I twisted my waist to escape smoothly. My sister fell headlong; In the second game, a sudden downhill, my sister didn't hit the adult in her arms, but I couldn't control my speed and fell off the skateboard; The third scene was even more terrible, because there was a fence in front, and we fell off the skateboard before turning the corner. I had a brainwave. "I want to get up where I fell."
So, I quickly stood up from the ground, jumped on the skateboard and dashed, and finally won the semi-final; Then there is the final. This time there are many people and the terrain is complex. We must avoid the crowd without any problems. However, we both made small mistakes, but we didn't fall. Finally, I was overwhelmed by several "small difficulties". When I was exhausted, I saw the exit in front of me, so I gritted my teeth and tried my best to eat milk, and finally won the last game.
This incident made me understand that persistence is victory.
Chapter 7 "March 8" Women's Day is coming, and our school organized an activity-egg protection. Protect a raw egg for a day to prevent it from breaking.
I went home and put a raw egg in a box with a sponge. The next day, I usually run to school in a hurry. I have to walk slowly in order not to break the eggs. When I got to school, I quickly put the eggs in the desk, but the students were running around in the classroom. Protecting eggs is not easy. I waved and told my classmates to walk slowly. After class, I can only stay at the table to protect my eggs. But what if I have to go to the bathroom? I asked my best friend to watch it for me. After going to the toilet, I took a long breath when I saw that the eggs in the box were safe and sound. The good times didn't last long. In physical education class, I was afraid that my eggs would be broken by my classmates. They are all naughty kings in the class, so I have to put them under my Chinese book, which is not easy to be found. Physical education class was the first to rush into the classroom. When I opened the box, I found that the round egg was still sleeping in it, which was a false alarm. After school, I came back from throwing garbage and found that my eggs unfortunately fell to the ground and stuck to the ground. It really fell short. I don't want to mention how sad I am.
Although my egg protection operation failed, I deeply realized my mother's hard work. In my mother's belly, I am like this fragile egg, which is easily broken. My mother has worked hard to protect it for ten months, and I can't even protect it for a day. But now my mother lets me eat well, dress well, sleep well and help me study. I often make her angry. I am getting taller and fatter every day, but my mother is getting more and more tired. I will repay her when I grow up.
Recently, it was discovered that Xiaoming in our class has a bad habit, that is, he drags his homework and often talks to his deskmate and close friends in class.
Students often say to him, "Xiao Ming, can you play after you finish your homework?" If you do your homework while playing, you will write slowly and have less time to play. " . "But Xiao Ming pretended not to hear, just as it never happened.
However, one day Xiao Ming didn't go back until there were fewer people in the school classroom. His father wanted to pick up his mother, but Xiao Ming stayed late and his mother had to walk back by herself. Because Xiaoming's mother would be very tired when she left, his father scolded Xiaoming when he went back and told him to do his homework quickly.
After training, Xiao Ming works a little faster and listens carefully in class.
In fact, Xiao Ming in the article is me.
Some people like the spring when the grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. Some people like the summer when "Xiao He shows his sharp horns and dragonflies stand on his head". Some people like the winter when "there are several plums in the horn, and cold ling blooms alone"; But I prefer the autumn when "the cranes in the clear sky row clouds and lead poems to the blue sky".
In my eyes, autumn is a beautiful poem and a gorgeous painting. ...
If Chunfeng is like a loving mother, I think Qiufeng is more like a kind father. From time to time, he patted my face with a slightly rough and powerful hand, giving people a kind feeling! Under a gust of autumn wind, the lake slowly floats like a light blue thick satin, sparkling; The leaves rustle as if playing a beautiful tune. ...
The green leaves gradually changed into red clothes, danced with the autumn wind, circled in the air, and landed slowly, as if dancing an elegant waltz! Walking on the forest path covered with fallen leaves, my feet are limp, and I am enjoying the splendid autumn scenery while walking. How cozy it is!
Autumn is the harvest season. You see, golden ears of rice wave after wave, dazzling in the bright sunshine. The rich smell of rice is mouth-watering. Farmers waved sickles, and their wrinkled faces burst into childlike smiles; Sweat glides across their faces like rain, dripping into the soil, as if planting the seeds of hope again. ...
Autumn is a beautiful poem, with bright and fresh lines; Autumn is a gorgeous painting, colorful and fascinating. When maple leaves fall, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and fruits are fragrant, it is Miss Qiu who comes to meet you!