Recalling the time of writing 1 in Grade Three If Grade Three is my happiest time, then Grade Two is my most unrestrained and comfortable time.
I didn't play with Wei Ziyan Yan in the second grade. That's me, Gao Zhen, Mingzhu and Wang Xin are best friends. Gao Zhen is good at speaking and eloquence, but neither Wang Xin nor I like to talk.
Remember when we skipped class together, were scolded together and chased him together? I think it was really carefree at that time. The second day is the best age. I don't have to think so much, I can do whatever I want. It seems that all the good things were given the next day. At that time, we were crazy (others thought so) but we were happy. As long as we were happy, why care about others? Wang Xin used to study well, but it seems that you have dragged him down. I also changed from a bully to a scum, which led to my crazy study now. We were really happy in those years. Remember when we were not together. At that time, I really thanked you for standing with me, which made me feel safe and practical. At that time, we often did not call the roll in class. We are always the one who asks for a report, because we always go to the bathroom. Every time the monitor always follows our example and scolds others. At that time, we didn't think so much, and we could play with boys so well and be informal. I remember that whenever we chat with other students, those students will say that I have no money. We often borrow money and eat everywhere. I don't know how we survived.
Gao Zhen can't go when she graduates from Grade Two, and I can't go without warning. That was the first time I knew what it was like to lose a friend. The three of us have been together until now.
No matter what we are now, we will always remember our class 284.
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In a blink of an eye, the tense senior three life is about to come to a successful conclusion, and we will also face a tense senior high school entrance examination. We will say goodbye to our teachers and classmates who have been together for three years.
Before class, the math teacher told us that we had a normal exam today with a long test paper, which made the students complain bitterly. Since the third semester, they have been taking exams because of the final senior high school entrance examination. Although we complain, we never lose heart, because we know that all our efforts now are to give full play to our abilities in the future senior high school entrance examination, get a satisfactory grade and get into a satisfactory high school, so that we will not be sorry for our three years of junior high school and the sweat left by our teachers. The class was over, and before the math teacher finished, the English teacher stood at the door again, holding a long section of test paper in his hand, which made the students complain bitterly again.
On the playground, we ran hard, leaving sweat and tears, echoing our slogan and preserving our vigorous posture. In the morning reading class, the campus echoed with the sound of our reading, adding interesting vitality to our beautiful school.
At first, we were children, and in the end, we longed to be the shadows of angels, folk songs and fairy tales. In a blink of an eye, the tense senior three life is coming to an end. The third grade is over, and we are about to part with the teachers, but we will never forget the tense life in the third grade, because it left a beautiful chapter in our long life, and we will always remember that beautiful medal!
In the third grade, I will always remember you!
It's been six years since I left primary school to recall the time of composition 3 in grade three! How time flies.
Looking at graduation photo, a primary school student, I feel familiar and unfamiliar, with a familiar strangeness. My primary school is divided into three parts, because I only finished six years in three places.
I have completely forgotten the faces of my classmates when I was in the countryside in 12 and 12. Even I can't remember where the school is. In the countryside, the only friend of my age I remember is Yao Yao. She is younger than me and lives behind my house. At that time, we played together every day and were very happy. Although I'm a stranger now, I didn't recognize it when I saw it last time, but it's really nice.
The first volume of the third grade is just opposite my home when I first went to town. I only saw it for half a year and then moved away. I moved to my present home because the house over there was to be renovated. That school is still there. I sometimes take a look when I pass by. I don't remember my classmates who have been together for half a year. It is understandable that my memory is really so bad.
Grade three to grade six. , in? When I was in primary school, I still remember all my friends there, but now I don't have much contact. There, I had a friend, Piaozi, who still plays together now, playing better than when I was a child. She's cute and nice. Time has not forgotten us, I believe we will be better. We grew up together.
I'm glad you came, but I don't regret your leaving. If you want to leave, I'll pull your skirt. If you don't hold my hand, I'll let you go.
Recalling the third grade, composition 4 was given to my best friend, and you gave me the best memories.
I don't know when I came to this primary school full of memories again, staring at the playground, where there seems to be our figure, that time full of memories. ...
I still remember that at that time, I always liked to hold your hand and walk on the playground with you, laughing and telling secrets together. When class is over, I always like to drag you to the toilet, but you always scold me, and then I proudly accompany you.
I still remember that every time Sunshine Sports always had us wandering around, we were infatuated with each other and chatted gossip together. Love to change seats in music class, huddle together and make jokes; I like physical education class and listening to music under the green trees: I like to write our youth vows on textbooks and desks; I like to fight with each other all day. Others say that we are crazy, but only we know that this is the happiness we pursue.
Always like to hurt each other, then pretend to be angry and finally laugh; I like sitting under a tree and talking about my great dream when I grow up. When I cry, sit quietly beside me; When I laugh, laugh with me. We all said we would be together ... forever ... but now we will remember, why care about those vows we made? It's just that I still miss our childhood
I know you will never be the one who hooks my hand. Maybe I will leave alone in the end. Without the constraints of time, we are just strangers. Maybe one day after many years, in that playground, we met again, just like at the beginning, very beautiful.
I haven't contributed to this page like this for a long time, staring at the keyboard and typing out my thoughts word by word.
E degree is my favorite, I love it very much, and most of my friends met here.
I had an idea when I was puffed up. I want to gather a group of pen pals to write together.
No matter how you write, you can come whenever you want. I will teach you ...
The memory of that time, the feeling is still so clear, I have always liked me at that time, simple, full of enthusiasm and bold, expressing my views on all new things, dare to love and hate.
Although I am online, I can talk to my friends and live together.
Fate is a wonderful thing. At first, I just wrote a pen pal solicitation order with a try attitude. I didn't expect to find so many people, even a stranger. She was shy and wrote down her wish to join in a private letter.
At that time, I thought it was nothing, but I had a good eye.
It's just that when I think about it now, I'm suddenly moved. Everyone ... has been helping me, working with me and supporting me to go on.
Blink of an eye, more than a year.
Everybody's still here. Although there were still bumps and noises, we still came down, didn't we?
As time goes by, I remember it gave me beautiful things.
Then, take big steps and keep walking.
Recalling the time of composition 6 in grade three, the long river of time has gone through one trace after another, leaving me with a string of colorful memories. Looking back, it is still an endless field, a vast golden yellow. Sunflowers swaying in the wind, I spent one spring and autumn after another, from an ignorant teenager to a handsome one. Remember, in a sunflower, stood my grandmother!
I have lived with my grandmother since I was a child. Grandma is a hardworking and simple person, and she is always very busy in her memory. I remember, she sang my favorite songs all the way behind my back. I lay on my grandmother's back, wobbling and full of happiness. I came to the field and looked at the sunflowers flying all over the sky, golden. When I was a child, I looked at the yellow sunflower and smiled happily. In my eyes, it is a sacred world, which belongs only to my grandmother and me.
Grandma asked me to stand in the field and tie an apron for myself. After calming me down, she turned and walked in. Grandma looked at the swaying sunflower happily, smiling brightly, and the wrinkles around her eyes opened. She walked up and down in the sunflower, and the white hair beside her ears fluctuated up and down, gradually entering the depths. This is the blurring of the boundary between grandma and everything. Grandma is hiding in the sunflower. At this time, I will stand up and look for it. Grandma will stop, turn around and smile kindly at me.
In this way, I sat in the field and watched my grandmother finish her work bit by bit. Now that I think about it, it's really hard for grandma. She is busy picking crops, but she still has to take care of me. Really tired. Grandma devoted her whole life to this family and gave me all her love. Those days, those happy days in Tiantou, were grandma's kind smile and her hard work, which taught me to give myself and my love to others.
The memory of this field has become my most precious memory. It witnessed my step-by-step growth footprint, and this precious memory has accompanied me to this day. Occasionally, when I recall, a kind of warmth overflows my heart.
When the troubles are increasing day by day, our brains will abandon many memories, but they will always leave the orange sunshine of cardamom, leaving you, my friend.
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I admit, my emotional intelligence is very low, so I can't communicate with you well.
We are all impatient people, so naturally, we often quarrel over small things, but we are not as fierce as shown on TV. But no one will care.
Time recording and memory. Our past is like a rewind of a black-and-white movie. All irrelevant people are black, only you and I are the most conspicuous. Your every move is imprinted in my heart: smiling with your hand over your mouth, squinting your eyes, being reckless … I remember it all.
We used to be deskmates. At that time, time always flies. Let's watch the rain outside the classroom window and a book in the middle ... as wonderful as a dream.
Before the exam, we will say "it's up to you."
During dictation, we will ask, "How do you spell xx? Move the book ... "
Class is like sleeping, you (I) will say "relax", please call me when the teacher comes! "When you find that the other person is about to fall asleep, you will pretend to exclaim" Teacher! "Seeing each other's awkwardness when they wake up, they will laugh foolishly.
The hourglass filled with fine sand of' time' has dripped for 9.9 hours and turned many times. Then, the final freeze.
In memory, those bits and pieces are like broken lenses, and time reflects dazzling light. It stung a place called miss in my heart and blurred my vision.
I used to think that apart, each other would be slowly diluted by time. But this is not the case. The lost time revolves around the memories of you and me.
Thinking of your countless ties, let me immerse myself in the warmth of orange and leave.
If many years have passed, do you still remember me? When I call you "yes", will you turn to face me, pout, show your teeth, smile and wave, just like now?
May we always remember the orange sunshine, the time when you knitted with me.
Because,
We are friends.