1 wind is blowing in the street, accompanied by the sound of passers-by, and the horn of motorcycle is heard from time to time. ...
I have probably finished what I want to do! It's time to do what needs to be done! I put down my cell phone and picked up a pen. Perhaps, the online world is not a world where I should stay for a long time.
Dream, that was a long time ago! Now in my mind, there are probably only empty shells, nothing I want in particular, and no strong motivation. Every day is to pick up the phone, do circular movements day after day, and then slowly accept the teacher's education.
Yes, I just entered high school, and I have great motivation, a motivation that can make me far ahead of others. It is because of this motivation that I can be far ahead of others in my grades. But now, the power is gone, just like a motorcycle without oil, it can only be dragged forward by others.
Now, that arrogant vision is gone, just like a person abandoned by the world, no one is wandering around me.
I remember my previous grades, because I got the first place in my class a little bit, and I was surrounded by a group of people who wanted to learn and asked me questions from time to time. But now, with the decline of my grades, the aura of learning hegemony in my class is no longer there, and people around me begin to surround others. Maybe this is high school.
Tell me about love history! After entering the first monthly exam in high school, I began to like a girl at work. Every time I chat on WeChat, I am undoubtedly happy, but now, no, I am not so happy after the second monthly exam! No more contact. I don't reply when she sends WeChat, and she doesn't reply when I send WeChat.
Now, I have probably done what I want to do, and nothing can stop me. What I really should do is to feel what everyone in the society is doing, lay a good foundation for myself and make myself better in the future!
Love, depravity, struggle, ... I have probably experienced all the high school emotions in high school life! Suddenly I miss when I first entered high school!
Fight! Take out the courage when you first entered high school and stride forward!
I have heard the saying that youth is a beautiful sadness. At first I didn't understand: where is the sadness of youth? Happiness is everywhere. Later, my mood was different and my understanding was different. In the sky of teenagers, there are too many sad things: heavy schoolwork burden, generation gap with parents, hazy green fruits ... But in our eyes, fortunately, there is happiness: laughter and fighting every day, the sound of the wind blowing trees every day, and answers with flying thoughts every day ... are all happiness. We can't change anything, but we can choose to accept it or not, to be happy or unhappy, because we are young, because we have youth, and because we have time to ask ourselves: What kind of life do I want?
Youth is our proud capital. With youth, we have passion and dreams, and we have a dazzling future.
Youth is a song that we have been singing for a long time. Happy time is its wonderful music score, and boring exam-oriented education is its heavy movement. We are writing its glory and dreams all the time, because we are struggling in the boring exam-oriented education all the time, but seeking pleasure in suffering is the only reason for our survival.
Friend, please cherish your youth! We are like flowers in bud, we should show our' truest and most beautiful' to people without reservation, so that we can't help expressing ourselves, honing ourselves and surpassing ourselves. But please remember: Youth is not emptiness or decadence. Youth has ideals, strength, goals and, of course, setbacks. If there are no setbacks in youth, we will not really grow up.
If you cherish youth, please cherish it; If you are still confused, please wake up quickly and ask yourself: have I fallen like this? What about my life?
You see, every day several boys who are good friends or relatives set off firecrackers in the alley; Listen, every day, there are endless bells outside the house, such as kicking two feet, flying monkeys … all kinds of firecrackers, and the laughter of several boys. I don't know how others feel when they hear this wonderful and special "music", but I know that every time I hear this sound, my mood is particularly comfortable.
I wrote 600 words in my freshman year. I'm less and less picky now. After eating in the canteen, if there is no paper around, I will find a "sparsely populated" place and use the method of "archery with a bow" to solve the oil and rice in my mouth through my sleeves. Of course, this situation is usually limited to Fridays, so I'm going home to change!
I once bought a book called The Art of Pretending. As the name implies, its general content is to teach you how to pretend and how to pretend to be a person with good taste. For example, the professor will give you a book cover study, so that you can recite some familiar wine names, so that you can talk about Kan Kan in front of everyone, just like a university researcher, which makes people admire.
Probably because I am an upright person, this book was given away decisively without turning a few pages. This is the first book that makes me extremely disgusted. My idea is that the taste can't be faked. Even if Gucci is the upper body and Anguo is the lower body, if phlegm comes out of his mouth instead of being useful, then he is still a member of the lower body.
As far as I can remember, I didn't really dress myself up, and I didn't even deliberately arrange my hair. If I wake up one morning and find that my hair is really asymmetrical, I will touch it with wet hands. In this way, I am not used to people who dress up too much in front of me.
Isn't there a CD behind the new textbook? Some people find it useful and use it as a mirror. There is a man next to me, who speaks carelessly, but also loves beauty. In some classes, he faced the CD and squeezed the acne on his face with the troubles of young Victor. I smiled shyly in my heart: "With this face, there is really no difference between one more pox and one less pox."
When I wrote this weekly diary, I wore plush slippers with Nike on my feet and children's clothes that I was really embarrassed to wear to school a few years ago, but I didn't agree. Why? Because you don't bully the poor!
My senior one composition is 600 words. My military training ended this morning. Looking back on my first day at school, my heart is full of expectations. However, reality is always cruel. During the seven days of military training, the sun was shining and the sky was ridiculously blue. Get up at 5: 50 every morning and go to the playground at 6: 30. Our teaching ...
My military training ended this morning.
Looking back on my first day at school, my heart is full of expectations. However, reality is always cruel. During the seven days of military training, the sun was shining and the sky was ridiculously blue. Get up at 5: 50 every morning and go to the playground at 6: 30. Our classroom is on the third floor and our dormitory is on the fifth floor. Every time I have to work hard to get back to the classroom and dormitory, I have to climb more than 50 stairs these days! I have muscles in my thighs.
The class teacher said that only through military training can we lay a solid foundation for the next three years of high school life. Yes, if we can't even eat this pain, we can't eat the pain of learning in the future.
During military training, we were all lazy. Obviously, we haven't recovered from the excitement of summer vacation. So during the training the other day, we were so anxious that we didn't even bother to go to the toilet. When it's time to have a rest, everyone sits on the ground. But as time goes on, we get used to it. No matter how tired and bitter, we all gritted our teeth and survived.
This morning's parade is the first in our class. When I saw everyone's energetic faces and youthful looks, I really realized the importance of military training. All the people walked with strong and neat steps, waving their arms and shouting loud slogans. That kind of momentum is deeply engraved in their minds and will never be forgotten.
I hope that in the next three years, students can grow up together, work hard together and study together!
Thank you for your hard training of our instructors, thank you!
I am 5 17 years old, and I should learn to be responsible for my actions. I want to learn to grow up, so I force myself to be strong every time, and tears are the embodiment of cowardice. I don't allow myself to cry. For a long time, I have forgotten the last time I shed tears and the taste of tears. I remember that tears are ugly, so I can't cry. ...
Unexpectedly, however, at the age of 17, I only shed tears for a trivial matter. ...
Our school system prohibits students from charging with chargers and reading in the corridor after lights out. Rebellious I charged behind the teacher. As a "night owl", I don't want to stare at the ceiling for an hour every night before falling asleep.
Maybe this year, I had a fight with him, so I rushed three times and got caught twice. I can't help but sigh: but he died before he could conquer, and the heroes cried on their coats from now on. When I was caught by the headmaster and the head teacher for the first time, I really wanted to give up and claim it, but my strong thoughts didn't allow me to escape.
"Men do things, dare to do things" is my motto, although I am not a man. I still went with the great spirit of "the wind blows and the water cools, and the strong men are gone forever." Although I was only warned that time, my gentle Chinese teacher's stern eyes stung my weak hands and feet and my lips kept fighting.
It was discovered by the political teacher for the second time and handed over to the class teacher. I know the head teacher is easy to talk to, which is better for us. Because it is good, I have no face to ask for it. I am afraid that her eyes are full of blame and disappointment, and I am even more afraid that her gentle smile and caring eyes will not appear in front of me. I really want to be a coward. I'm ready to be a coward once. It was the appearance of the head teacher that stopped me. She still uses a gentle smile and caring eyes. There is no reprimand or harshness in her words, only understanding and guidance.
I was so touched that I excitedly said thank you to her in a hoarse voice, and then hurried into the classroom. Sitting in my seat, my eyes are wet, and the wet water drops flow on my face, which is cold and warm.
I know I am in tears. If I shed tears, I will be a coward. This time I allowed myself to be a complete coward. ...
We saw the sun at five in the morning and the moon at one in the morning. People usually call us "high school students", but we prefer to be called "dream catchers"
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We are willing to "run a meal" at the speed of Mach 20; We are willing to focus only on our mini-books on noisy buses; We are willing to make a cup of coffee, turn on a desk lamp and spread out an exercise when the sky is full of stars; We are willing to divide a minute into two minutes and a day into 48 hours. We cherish time because we have dreams.
We are willing to raise our right fist and shout out our vows; We are willing to recite crazily, and our back aches until our throat hurts. We are willing to be active in the classroom forever and keep up with the pace of teachers; We are willing to maintain a high mental state and "tears in our eyes" forever. We hope to be full of passion every day, because we have dreams.
We are willing to cut off our long hair and take off our beautiful clothes at the most beautiful age; We are willing to leave the safe haven of family and start boarding life at school; We are willing to let go of our vision for the future and focus only on the books in our hands, because we know that pursuit will have a price and success will have pain. We are willing to keep our faith, because we have dreams.
We are willing to wipe our tears and raise our heads, still smiling at the results of the exam; We are willing to write a few pages of draft paper to solve a big ellipse problem, even if it still fails; We are willing to struggle with reality again and again, be knocked down several times and stand up several times. We know that setbacks can kill people or kill them. We are not afraid of difficulties because we have dreams.
My youth, our youth; My grace, our grace.
We spend our youth like this, and we are willing to spend it like this.
I am an ordinary member of the extraordinary high school students.
The road is under your feet, and the dream is in your heart.
Neither you nor I will miss the dream trip.
When I was 7 years old, I liked dreaming. In my dream, I am a magician. With a little finger, the grass becomes a blooming flower. After waking up, I excitedly pointed to the grass on the ground, but it didn't turn into a flower after all. I was in high spirits, and turned into a crumpled Halloween pumpkin, crying and making noise. Finally, I pulled up the grass.
When I was in primary school, I still liked dreaming. In my dream, I am an all-powerful inventor. I made flowers and plants with machinery, and my dream came true here. The harsh bell suddenly pulled me out of my dream. Looking at the green grass outside the window, with a piece of bread in his hand, he smiled and ran quickly to school.
I am lazy. Whenever grandma wakes me up, I always stick my head out of bed and reply lazily: "hello!" I know! " Because I found that talking under the covers is different from talking outside the covers. Then, instead of getting up quickly, I buried my head under the bed and continued to play chess with Duke Zhou. After a while, grandma saw that I hadn't come downstairs yet, and she would shout, "Hurry up! It's already half past six! " "ok!" I said impatiently, my head just shrank under the covers and flashed out.
In middle school, I still like dreaming. In my dream, I became a biologist. After unremitting efforts and numerous gene recombination and cell replacement, I finally opened a tulip on the green bristlegrass. My childhood dream really ended here. The rising sun outside the window shone on my face at the cost of burning myself. I suddenly got up and looked at my watch and rushed out like a rocket. I am late.
Every day, I have a new dream. Every dream inspires me to run forward. Every dream is changing the world and everything. Every dream meets at a destination, where there are beautiful sunshine, beautiful tulips, flashing gold, representing the light of hope. My dream lingers there.
The summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination can be described as a crazy and muddled life. Put all the stress behind you. Time flies with my madness; For me, I am looking forward to the arrival of a strange senior one. The closer the time is, the harder it is for my heart to calm down.
On the first day of school, I walked into the dormitory with a lot of daily necessities and saw several students already making their beds and cleaning the dormitory. Originally a little introverted, I started in Myanmar and always wanted to find an opportunity to communicate with them. Cleaning the dormitory together, let my roommates and I get to know each other slowly. Walking slowly, visitors walked into the classroom of a strange campus and saw more classmates. I felt the beauty of Grade One. The head teacher told us about the future expectations, but we were immersed in the expectations outside the window.
My senior one is both happy and separated. Happiness means knowing a few close friends, remembering to learn from them and talking to them. The hardest thing for me is to avoid them. Some people hide behind the pillars and want to go out, but they are afraid of being caught by the teacher. There are countless interesting things with them in the dormitory. Secondly, I am happy for the school sports meeting, because the school's projects are not perfect and there is no playground, but group activities such as skipping competition have deepened the friendship between students and teachers, and I also enjoy this small school sports meeting, but I must add that the school aerobics competition really makes me laugh and cry!
Separate! When I think of this word, I believe everyone will think of placement. What a painful thing it is. Newly established class groups will be broken up, and deepened friendships will be alienated. Although the teacher said to study separately, the students didn't leave school. But separation is always unpleasant! Especially several close friends in the dormitory, they have to adapt again. After class, everyone is immersed in a negative learning atmosphere, but the final exam is coming, so students should adjust their mentality and work hard to meet the exam.
How time flies. The beautiful senior one passed, and the second one came. I think the study task of senior two will be more arduous than now, but the companionship of friendship will not be boring, but will be more exciting!
I wrote 600 words in my freshman year. 9 "Now the window is colorful, the sunset has gone away, and the lights in the distance are flickering and blurred; Xiang Mei flies with the snowflakes, and the plum blossoms are fragrant in the dream. " I savor it carefully. This beautiful poem, like the most beautiful beam of light in the sunset glow, spreads all over my body, illuminates my boundless vision, and blows all over my heart like a fragrant wind, lingering. "It is wise to know how to be modest and tolerant, because taking a step is equivalent to preparing for further progress in the future." This philosophical text always teaches me and guides me. How amazing! The original plain words have been changed into the beauty that has been circulated for thousands of years, so I have an ideal, to arrange the words in order, to become a writer, and to turn my feelings into sentences.
From then on, I began my career as a writer.
The theme is in life. I invented this sentence, because I didn't know what to write, so I started to keep a diary. For example, when my neighbors invited me to visit their home, I wrote, "My neighbors invited me to visit their home. Their house is very interesting. There is TV to watch. Have something to eat. " This sentence became a diary. Later, I will start to add more words and write a specific thing. I played a game today, what game, how to play it, who to play with, how to feel and so on. I wrote and wrote, and finally I got more than 100 words. I have been asking myself to write one today, two tomorrow and three the day after tomorrow. In the process of writing, I found a problem, so I can't go on like this. In order to let myself write more words gradually, I polished a theme, which not only lost its authenticity, but also became more and more unpleasant. How can I write more? I see, reading more books is the best solution.
I began to plunge into that pile of books again. I have been reading books, all of which are articles by famous writers. I finally know that I did the right thing. There are countless good words and sentences in it, such as "hazy", "infiltration" and "their home is sparse." After closing some books, I began to write again, "The wind is like a naughty boy. He took off your hat and threw it on the treetops like a cleaner, silently sweeping the fallen leaves into a ball. "
I am a freshman, 600 words, 10. It is never too old to learn. How time flies! I have been studying unconsciously for more than ten years. Looking back, my study and life have no rules to follow. Play if you want, and study if you want. In fact, my parents never cared about me when I was studying. They think that learning is their own business, others can only guide you to get started, but practice depends on individuals. So in junior high school, my study habits have never been developed. All the way to high school. After high school, the pressure of study suddenly became greater, and life and study could not bear this pressure. I can only escape and indulge in the illusory novel world all day.
I thought I would "die" in the hands of novels, but one thing made me feel that I could never give up my study life like this again. That's the mid-term exam of senior one. Only after the results came out did I know that my deskmate was a schoolmaster. She got the first place in the whole grade, but my name didn't appear on the red list. I was ashamed. So, I put down my mobile phone and decided to be a schoolmaster and visit my deskmate.
I humbly asked her about her study methods. She told me that she had no learning methods, only her own study habits. After all, what suits her is the best. She also said that I didn't do well in the exam because I didn't have good study and life habits and the arrangement for study and life was too loose. That's what I told myself quietly in my heart. I must get rid of bad habits and get good grades!
From then on, every night before self-study, I use my notebook to arrange my study time reasonably, cross off one thing after I finish it, and try to finish the most things in the least time. Because of this, my study life is gradually on the right track, and with it, my grades are also improving. Finally, after an exam. My name appears on the red list. At that moment, I smiled