And we, who are in junior high school, are the most dazzling flowers in the flower season. Our unrestrained singing and dancing show youth and the vitality of our blood.

Look, those beautiful flowers are telling stories about us, about our junior high school students.

Hot summer. It was so hot that people lost their desire to talk. When you open your mouth, the water in your mouth evaporates instantly. However, the boys are playing on the playground as usual. Although they are sweating, they seem to be willing. However, girls are different. After class, they ran to the electric fan and chatted in a circle, talking and laughing.

However, there is an egg-throwing ghost who loves to play tricks: well, here comes one, and he runs quietly behind the girls. When the time came, he quickly pulled the rubber band out of the girl's hair, and then pretended as if nothing had happened, which greatly reduced the image of the girl, and her hair hung down almost like a "madman", which made us laugh when we saw each other.

What a naughty boy!

Look, there is laughter from the other end.

What are they doing? Oh, it's flying chess!

"Ok, I'll go first." One of my classmates cried with joy (excitement)

"Ah, I won, I won." After a while, another classmate shouted, with a happy expression on his face, like a proud rooster.

Huh? What are a group of people doing there?

"Two people fell into the well, the dead call the dead. What is the name of the living? " So this is a brain teaser. Well, what's your name?

Some clever students call this answer: "the living." God, when is this an answer? Isn't that nonsense? hahaha. The students couldn't help laughing.

"Guess what! Haha, of course, the living are calling for help! " It's incredible. This answer is really unexpected!

Look, this is the story of our junior high school students. Every feature film is full of laughter, which makes people laugh. This is our unique style, let's indulge our enthusiasm and dreams!

2. The story of our junior high school students

The story of junior high school students is like a song: the songs of grade one are fresh and tender, because we observe the campus with a curious childlike innocence; The songs of the second day of junior high school are full of energy, because we have learned how to face junior high school life directly; The songs in grade three are bitter and a little heavy, because we are overwhelmed by an exam, and everyone has to sing the song of parting. Three years, record growth, friendship and youth.

I remember that we just stepped into the middle school campus and looked at this strange and fresh campus curiously. Under the blue sky, we shouted a solid and powerful slogan "12 1" and moved forward step by step; Under the scorching sun, we stood still, straighter than telephone poles, and sweat flowed down, so mosquitoes didn't dare to move when they flew over. Just look at each other seriously. This is the story of military training in Grade One. In this story, we still have no parallel lines that intersect. We are waiting for such a silk thread of friendship to pull me up and close.

At the first class meeting, after the class teacher introduced himself carefully, let's take turns to speak and introduce ourselves. Just like every leaf has a different pattern, everyone's introduction style is different. I still remember that she was full of confidence and told her situation in first-class English, which made everyone stunned; I still remember that he had a female name. He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, humorously saying that he was actually a "man". I also remember her clearly, so natural and graceful, and later she was unanimously elected monitor. Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my shyness. At that time, I felt that we were still parallel lines that did not intersect. Sure enough, we slowly tilted and finally intertwined.

In class, we like to read the text aloud to amuse the serious physics teacher. After class, we like boys and girls to jump rubber bands together, and our laughter ripples throughout the classroom; On weekends, we like to travel together and feel the tenderness of spring breeze, the brightness of summer, the fluttering of autumn leaves and the romance of winter snow. In our eyes, everything about youth is as clear as the world in a glass bottle. Yes, we let our friendship settle in such a clean world, leaving indelible marks in each other's hearts.

The parting bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with sadness. With tears in our eyes, we left our phone number on the alumni record and wrote our blessings. The pages of scented paper are filled with three years of beauty. We don't give up, but writing down different schools on the volunteer list is very helpless. Because we still have a long way to go, let's break up. "The reunion must come in twenty years!" When people say this, they actually have an answer in their hearts: "Of course!"

Lights are flashing outside the window, and stars are shining in the night sky. Occasionally, a cicada chirps and a frog croakes, which makes me feel so relaxed and comfortable ... In the classroom, students are studying hard, or acid and alkali salts, or binary equations, or Tang poetry and Song poetry ... suddenly the power is cut off, and the class cheers. I raised my sour eyes and let my thoughts fly.

Young and delicate

Forgetting what kind of September it was, we were curious and set foot on the so-called pure land in junior high school with a vision.

We are smart, obedient, friendly and kind. We use the child's immature voice to shout out our names at the maximum decibel, and then get away with it. The teacher said that our laughter was beautiful and our smiling faces were sweet. ...

We always stare at the blackboard with our cheeks in our hands and answer the teacher's questions loudly. "Yes" or "No" I forgot what I thought and how I came up with it. Young people never think too much.

The rebels

Vaguely remember that September, we came together again with a vigor and youthful music.

Our steps seem to be faster and louder. Inadvertently, we started a puzzling quarrel, maybe it was just a respectable math problem, maybe it was just a joke. Friends always feel separated by a transparent film, and the teacher says that film is called rebellion.

We started to sit up, never forgetting to look at the blackboard and take notes, and the speed of answering was also very slow, because we were brewing an answer and only took a "yes" or "no" (as far as we could). There seems to be a long process of thinking.

Rebellion, we seem to think a lot.

stable

I clearly remember that September, when we gathered together with firm steps and heavy bags, in the eyes of my brothers and sisters, we were tall, natural and unrestrained and full of vitality. In the eyes of teachers, we work hard and are not ashamed to ask questions. In the eyes of parents, we are sensible and obedient, calm and steady. ...

We stopped fighting and being so stubborn. Maybe in a class, we have to answer more questions, but not just those simple words. , but a wonderful answer!

Stability, we really think a lot.

Remember this whole junior high school, remember everything here ... The phone came, "The story of our junior high school students?" I said to myself, looking at these confident faces, I secretly smiled. In fact, everyone is a story ...

Sunflowers in full bloom in early summer are full of vitality. They are singing hopefully towards the sunrise, singing the magnificent songs of the times, singing three years of gentle and delicate long poems and singing the wonderful stories of our junior high school students.

folk song

We just graduated as a little drummer, playing a brisk beat and making a prelude, and walked into the door of junior high school. Everything is so fresh, just like our fresh dream. Rows of "sun flowers" are trained in the sun, and some stick out their tongues and hang their heads like puppies; Some touch their stomachs like bears, squint, snore and drink, try hard during the day, tell ghost stories tirelessly at night, and finally sleep soundly with their books on their pillows. Dream is a huge playground ... this ballad is lively. The elves of summer night stole our dreams. Write it in this ballad.

(2) Long poems

Some people say that junior high school students are not as naive as primary school students and as calm as high school students. We, wandering between innocence and calmness, are little poets who forget to eat and sleep and write melodious long poems. Since then, endless examination papers have been our practice papers, and readily available books are our necessary tools. The pen in the hand is constantly rustling, and the dream is no longer a vast playground, but a bright red achievement on the achievement bar. From the beginning to the end, we tried again and again to interpret the rhyme of every poem and the cohesion of every word. This is our poem. We can't create life, but we can create stories. This is our story accumulation, brewing into a poem, and being "touched" by the pen in our hands on the paper, melodious and tactfully.

Who can stop us from flying high? The voices and smiles of teachers and classmates and the stories that happened with them are the truest ballads and the most beautiful long poems.

The setting sun is dazzling, and there is a sadness on the tip of the nose, which makes people wonder. These stories turn into sunshine, the sun sets and the silhouette is mottled.

Sunflowers continue to sing. They will finish singing this grand ballad and this exquisite long poem, quietly surrounding the beautiful outline at the beginning of our story, with a mature golden fruit as the end of the story, and sending out the fragrance of people in sunny September. ...

In full bloom, sunflowers.