Even though the years are ruthless, fate is playing tricks, and the times are full of thorns and helplessness, I am still me. I stay alone in a place with no one, smiling at the wind and clouds. There are my footprints in the sunset river. I, A real life, wandering in the years, wandering until my smile becomes pale, and then I look back at the years like a song. Come with me below to enjoy the essay collection of "The Songs of Time". Essay Contest Chapter 1 of "The Songs of Time":
The years are like the meteorites falling quietly in the sky. Although it is only a moment, it shows the most beautiful arc; time is the naughty elf, taking away the companionship and companionship. , but left the most beautiful memories.
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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, junior high school life has come to an end, and the story that has accompanied us for three years has also come to an end. Although every time I recall it, I still feel... There is some reluctance and concern, but it is over after all, and I can’t look back... I can only cherish everything I have now!
The time elves took away the three years of companionship, but left behind the most unforgettable memories... The various flavors of sour, sweet, bitter and astringent in the memories are still unforgettable!
Three years of life have included joy and laughter, sweat and tears, success and failure, but we have all gone through these three years together... Pick up the pen and think back on the past, But I don’t know how to write. Such a long time and so many stories seem to have just passed yesterday.
Close your eyes, and you seem to hear the shouts and cheers at the sports venue again, and the neat and loud slogans on the playground, as if you have returned to the military training life under the scorching sun, the cooperation in the experimental base,... a scene The scene was so real and clear, as if it happened yesterday. If I hadn't experienced it personally, how could I believe how fast time passes...
I raised my head, looked up at the sky, and recalled the smiling faces. And the stories - these stories, some are childish, some are regretful, some are sweet, some are bitter, but in retrospect, I always feel a sense of warmth!
Although I am reluctant to let go of everything I have had in the past, who can control time and who can control life. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter has never been possible... We cannot turn back time. , I cannot let the rivers flow westward, I can only silently wish everyone happiness!
Three years of life have come to an end, and the story has come to an end. The time elves have taken away the years, but they know how to keep the memories - leaving the most precious memories!
Look up at the sky thirty degrees, don’t let the tears flow... I hope that tomorrow, each of us will be stronger and happier! Blessings to everyone! Essay Contest Chapter 2 of "The Songs of Time":
Some people say that life in junior high school is a hasty book. Three years ago, we entered Zhou No. 1 Middle School with excitement and admiration. Over the past three years, we have felt her warmth and richness in this temple of knowledge and the cradle of cultivating talents. Three years, more than a thousand pages of joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, just turned over in such a hurry, but it left us with so many vivid details and so many wonderful fragments. Among them, there are young people who are naughty and ignorant, there are youthful experiences of failure, there are mature insights that have enlightenment, and there are also endless memorable success stories. We have passed through three years of life in a hurry, but it was fulfilling and beautiful; we shed tears, but accompanied by laughter and laughter; we stepped on thorns, but smelled the fragrance of flowers thousands of miles away. In the past three years, we have grown up with Zhou No. 1 Middle School, and Zhou No. 1 Middle School is our warm home. In this big happy family, we use diligence and wisdom to create brilliance again and again. We use our dreams and youth to weave this warm and gorgeous junior high school life. Here, with a grateful heart, let us thank our alma mater, thank the school leaders, thank our beloved teachers, thank our dear classmates, and send them our most sincere blessings!
If the three years of junior high school life are like stars, scattered in every corner of our memories, then the teacher is the profound universe. It is its foil that makes the stars more dazzling.
Looking back, how many times did the teachers sacrifice their rest time to give us make-up lessons; how many times did the teachers explain difficult problems to us over and over again; how many times did the teachers endure our complaints but still Supervise us to study diligently. We know that we stay up late at night doing our homework, but we don’t know that the teacher also prepares lessons until the early morning. We know that we study very hard for a week, but we don’t know that the teacher is also very tired after working for a week. We can show our unhappy mood on our faces, but will the teacher? We can express our dissatisfaction with the teacher by not completing the homework, but can the teacher? We may go out of our way to plot against the teacher, but can the teacher? In the past, we were ignorant, but now, after the teacher's teaching and three years of experience, we finally picked the heavy fruits in this midsummer season. This is the crystallization of the teacher's sweat and is hard-won. Here, on behalf of all the junior high school students, I sincerely say to our most beloved teachers: "Teacher, you have worked hard!"
It takes a thousand days to raise an army in a moment. Today, we are facing a major challenge in our study career-the high school entrance examination. But we should be fearless and never shrink back. Besides, what is there to fear? What really scares us is fear itself. After three years of training, the young eagle's wings have become solid and its feathers have become plump.
Looking around, the blue sky is calling us, the sun has illuminated the road ahead, the white clouds are waiting to accompany us, the mountains and mountains will also look up to us, and we will soar in the storm.
We will face an unusual moment, a glorious moment, a solemn and hopeful moment. It may be difficult, but know that our most difficult moments are when we are close to success. At that time, we want to prove to the world that "talents come from every generation, and each leads the way for hundreds of years!"
There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. After the high school entrance examination, we may be separated, but separation is equally beautiful because it is the prelude to reunion! By then, we may cry, but never mind. Someone has said that this is the evidence of youth. It is it that allows us to have memories and know how to cherish them. In fact, parting is not terrible, the terrible thing is that we forget ourselves. Everyone should be their best self at every moment. I believe that we will use our actions to show that we are worthy of being outstanding graduates of Zhou No. 1 Middle School. We will once again choose Zhou No. 1 Middle School and this fertile soil to continue to fight against the storm together, move forward bravely, and realize our dream of attending a prestigious school. Song of Time Essay 3:
There is my dream-like shadow in the dusk. I always hide in the most indifferent corner. I love it.
I love to wrap myself up tightly. I don’t want to see this complicated world completely submerge me. I don’t want to lose myself. I hope that a person can face life soberly, even if the years are ruthless and fate is cruel. Playing tricks, times are full of thorns and helplessness, but I am still me, staying alone in a place with no one, smiling at the wind and clouds, my footprints are in the sunset river, I, a real life, wandering in the years, I wander until my smile turns pale, and then I look back at the years like a song. When I look back, I dare not think about whether I will still have a smile like today's years, whether I will still have a face as bright as the morning sun. Maybe I will shed tears, maybe I will sigh, just because the spring of the past has slipped away, just because of that. Who else will remember me with the vicissitudes of life remembered in my dim face? Will I still laugh then? Is the smile also stained with tears? Are the tears filled with wind and rain?
All memories are scratched by time in the endless reincarnation. Yesterday has long become a concept, but today it is like a landscape, a manifestation of struggling in suffering and confusion. , a kind of forgotten loneliness, a kind of sadness, a kind of whistle left by the wild geese after they have gone away, waiting alone in the bright moon, waiting for what, I can’t tell clearly, I only know that I should wait, maybe waiting for the thing that never comes. It's a kind of beauty.
After the years passed by, I was left behind, in the lonely fantasy of "the moonlit night where you hold the plum blossoms and gently swaying them", thinking about my dream of lying drunk on the green mountains. I stayed in this season, but I didn't know it was you. I missed it, or I missed it. We were placed in different eras, but we had similar dreams. I could only laugh at the years, then cry, then fantasize, then read your story, and then wait.
The years still interpret the passage of life at their pace. I will explain myself in these golden years and let myself learn not to shed tears easily, learn to endure, and learn to fight.
I don’t hope that there will be prosperity tomorrow, I only hope that today will be a time without regrets. In my own hard work, I will twist the years into a song. Even if I will not have a brilliant life, I will still proudly say, "I have overcome loneliness and loneliness through persistence and hard work." I will smile at the situation and I will own myself.
It may not be a bad thing to silence myself. At least I can be clear-headed, and I can not be swallowed up by the noise and fussy struggle. I like someone. Come into the world alone, cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, and dress yourself up like a child. I take life seriously, but I don't define the value of life as taking. I live in my own soul.
I like to be blown by the wind and rained, I like a quiet life, I like standing on the top of the mountain and being washed by the rain, washing away the accumulated stagnation. Then, I am like a baby after a bath, smiling and listening to the passage of time. of singing.
I love my life, like a song, in the years. Essay Contest Chapter 4 of "The Years Are Like a Song":
The years are a beautiful song, which contains laughter, happiness, sadness, and loss. Looking back on the three years of junior high school, it seems that time has passed in the blink of an eye. Now the high school entrance examination is coming soon, and I am about to leave the life of junior high school and move towards the door of high school. In the three years of junior high school, there are many things worth remembering.
The first year of junior high school. In the first year of junior high school, I just came to this unfamiliar environment, Experimental Middle School. When I stepped into the door of Experimental Middle School, I had an unprecedented feeling. I understood that the next step was training. During this year, the main thing is to adapt to the new campus life. I remember one time, the school held a "big rope skipping" activity. We signed up enthusiastically. We practiced again and again in the physical education class and fell down again and again. As we worked hard, the competition was coming. . On the day of the competition, the playground was crowded with people, and the competition started. After our hard work, our results were very good, and we ranked first in the class. This result did not disappoint our efforts!
The second year of junior high school.
When I entered the second grade of junior high school, my academic performance was not very satisfactory. There was a major task in the second grade of junior high school, which was the biogeography final exam. I didn’t know what happened during that time. I studied hard in the cram school and always failed. There is an indescribable feeling. Finally, on that day, students from all middle schools in Qufu and surrounding villages and towns gathered in front of No. 1 Middle School. When they got to the teacher's room, the papers were handed out to me, and the answers to familiar questions were given to me over and over again. Flashing through my mind, geography, OK! When I took the biology test, it was not so good. I had read many of the questions but failed, which made me very depressed. At the end of the test, I made many mistakes. Alas, I could only wait for the results to come out.
The third year of junior high school. From the second grade of junior high school to the third grade of junior high school, I feel that I have matured a lot. After entering junior high school, I realized why those brothers who used to play downstairs in the courtyard stopped coming out. Because of the pressure of study, every day There is endless homework. In the first half of the third year of junior high school, there was a tug-of-war competition. Our class enthusiastically signed up, but surprisingly, we were rejected by other classes in the first competition. Our whole class was in a bad mood. That was a It was a big blow. I thought our class was invincible, but I was wrong. Since the second half of the third semester of junior high school, I have been reviewing every day. When I heard the score lines between the No. 1 Middle School and the High School Affiliated and the quotas for our experiments, my whole body became numb. Oh my god, there is absolutely no chance for me. I have been I didn’t even believe that I could get into high school. Since then, I have gradually become tired of studying. I don’t know what happened. At the critical moment, there may be hope for me if I work hard, but somehow, I feel bad about myself. No more confidence. On April 29th, after the last parent-teacher meeting, my father talked to me for a long time, saying that if I work hard this month, there may be hope. I should work hard, improve my scores, and strive to have less children in the family To pay or not to pay. I agreed, so I will work hard this month!
The three years of junior high school are simple and happy. During these three years, we are like small rivers, letting ourselves flow into the ocean and integrating into the class. In these three years of life, we have learned to be strong, learn to face, and learn to struggle; we understand that there are still many difficulties we have to face. In the process of flowing, our small river will be hit by stones. , water plants, but no difficulty can stop our passionate pursuit! We have the perseverance to "bite the green hills and never let go". Therefore, we are always ready to accept challenges and work hard to reach the other side of success. We can’t help but sigh: Time is like a song! Essay Contest Chapter 5 of "The Songs of Time":
My friend, three years of middle school life have passed by in the blink of an eye! It seems like it was yesterday that I met you, everything is vivid in my mind, we met, got to know each other, and got to know each other on that vast playground. At that time, we were still childish and looked at everything around us with confused eyes. We didn’t even know what kind of junior high school life we ??were facing. We stood in front of the teaching building and listened to the amiable voice of the principal on the radio. It shows the welcome to our freshmen. What we are about to face is military training. The four days of military training made us, who were strangers to each other, become familiar with each other, and we learned to unite. Although we were very hard during these four days, we were happy in our hearts. The fatigue was only physical, not spiritual. on, so we walked through the military training time with a smile.
One month later, we took the first monthly exam, which was our first exam since middle school. Therefore, we passed the exam with our best results. Not long after, we participated in the sports meeting held by the school. The scene was really spectacular. The cry "Class 6, come on!" reflected our unity and narrowed the distance between us. One semester passed. We are becoming familiar with everything! In the next semester, we will still have a relaxed and happy life. The school's art festival allows us to fully demonstrate our colorful side and let us jointly weave the most beautiful pictures. →Friend, do you still remember all this?
In the second grade of junior high school, we are all one year older, but we have not stopped our naughty and playful character. We have another subject. This aroused the curiosity of many students. But as time goes by, we gradually get used to it. In the second grade of junior high school, we no longer feel novel about all the school activities. Seeing the first-year students, I felt a little sweet in my heart. Looking at the busy figures of the third-year students, I felt a little sad from time to time. We who are in the second grade of junior high school are lucky. We are not as confused and ignorant as we were in the first grade of junior high school, nor are we as busy and nervous as the third grade of junior high school. When we were in the second grade of junior high school, we came to Xinzheng for the first time to participate in a three-day field training under the leadership of our teacher. The three-day training made us grow up a lot and moved us countless times, even though we cried at that time. , but those are tears of happiness, that is the joy after success, that is when we are moved to tears, watching the leaders suffer 10, 20, 40 because of our mistakes. Push-ups, I felt moved and sad in my heart. The faucet in my eyes was broken at this moment. Tears kept flowing down. When we crossed the wall of life and death, we looked at the scars left on the shoulders of those friends who carried us in the past. We cried and hugged each other. At that time, they were the eternal pride in our hearts.
→Friend, you will always remember all this!
In the third grade of junior high school, we got rid of our childishness and were no longer as naughty and playful as before. We began an intense study life. Even though there were many fewer subjects, the heavy study and a lot of The homework makes us feel tired. What we face every day is no longer those fun games, but a large number of texts to memorize. At this time, we will really understand the mood of our brothers and sisters who were in the third grade of junior high school. Sometimes we really I envy my younger brothers and sisters who are in the first and second grades of junior high school, but we are bound to experience all this. So, we have to walk through it with a smile. We will graduate in one semester, so we have to leave the most beautiful moments before we leave! →Friend, you will do it, right?
Friend, even if I am just a passer-by in your life, please remember that I played the most beautiful melody for you. In these three years, there have been tears, laughter, and sourness. Sweet, there have been sadness and happiness. So, please remember the past we had together!
Friend, don’t say blessings, don’t say goodbye, it’s best to be silent - leave dreams to the night, tears to the sea, hope to the future, the only business you please remember is ours Once upon a time, at this moment of separation, remember it forever, it will be our most beautiful memory and most beautiful dream.