What impressed me the most was the third year.
? ? Memories and pain
Looking back on the third grade, the review with full firepower, a large number of examination papers, the pressure like a scourge, acne all over the face, big dark circles, and oral ulcers that broke out from time to time filled the brain-breaking third grade. We always say that it was a painful struggle, a baptism of blood and tears, going up and down the mountain to set fire, which was the most horrible darkness before dawn ... We are all eager to have such an ambition: "Climb to the top, and you will see that other mountains look short under the sky." Tired of "when will this painful day end?" When the countdown decreases, write down the waiting time of "countdown to the senior high school entrance examination" under the whiteboard and give us the final answer. There is no time to complain, because we all know that this is not about life and death, but about honor and disgrace. I remember the teacher always said, "You will be liberated in high school". This sentence seems to give us a little hope in the ocean of suffering and become a shot in the arm to support us when we are tired.
Now, looking at the campus where I have lived for three years and thinking about what happened this year, I feel that the third grade is just a busy but ordinary time. When you pay 100% effort, everything will become idle and dull in Jing Ya.
Confucius said, "Lan Zhi was born in a secluded forest, but he didn't like the gentleman Xiu De because there was no one, and he didn't change his religion because he was poor. "Dreams will not disappoint everyone who works hard. If you want to get the result you want, you must work hard.
20 19.3. 15? Hundred-day swearing-in meeting
The scene of the 100-day swearing-in meeting is still vivid.
There is a saying in Who's Youth Is Not Confused: Your face is light, and no one knows how tight your teeth are. You walk with the wind, and no one knows that there are bruises on your knees that you once fell. You smile mercilessly, and no one knows that you cry silently. To make people feel effortless, they can only work hard behind their backs. We have no future that we can't change, only the past that we don't want to change.
Youth is shining, with solemn ceremonies and bumpy red carpets. Since you have chosen never to give up, let's have a happy ending. The rest of our lives are still so long, we should try to walk calmly.
? Yijiu
Time is like a quiet river, flowing quietly through your fingers. I looked up and it was sunny, just like when I first entered this classroom three years ago. Looking out of the window, the whole campus is empty, without the excitement of the past. Cicada chirps in the sun, and there is more depression. Perhaps this is the taste of youth separation. ...
The desks and chairs in the classroom are neatly arranged. After three years of baptism, tables and chairs are getting more and more obsolete.
There are so many marks on the desk that I don't know the story about them. I can only imagine by my own imagination that this desk has accompanied too many people through their youth. Then my story ends here.
The days when I worked hard at my desk, fell asleep at my desk, and struggled at my desk ... I printed it on my body, and every trace also had a particularly unknown story.
I want to see you here again, because I don't know when I can see you next time ... The "countdown to the senior high school entrance examination" on the whiteboard has not been erased, and the red banner at the back of the classroom is still hanging there. The words on the banner were carefully selected by the old class: anything is possible if you work hard and make progress. This is her encouragement and love to us, and we will leave this encouragement and love to the next session. The imprint of the certificate is still there, which seems to be the reason to prove that this course is so excellent.
I still remember the motto in the class: persistence is the most important, persistence is the most important, and persistence is the only one.
I still remember the class song: "I believe we can work miracles."
Remember our slogan: Qi Xin will work together and never give up, leap into the sky and climb the peak bravely.
Remember that our secret code for aging is: patience, carefulness and doing our best.
20 18. 1 1.28~20 18. 1 1.30? school sports meeting
Our group photo
The results of our work
With you
Sunset in No.3 Middle School
School card (although it was later cut down, I hope you can remember that it has been with us for nearly three years)
School scene
Night view of no.3 middle school
Our dormitory building
The way back to No.3 Middle School
20 19.5.5? Fandango
Tonight's No.3 Middle School is the same as usual, only a little different. There is an unusual party here tonight-graduation party.
Near the end, we sang the class song together again, and the scene was very burning!
At the end of the party, we hugged our old classmates tightly and were full of disappointment. ...
? Time flies and never returns. The past can only be recalled.
20 19.7. 19? We graduated
Junior high school is an unparalleled memory, watching students quietly lose their short three years in happiness, hard work, confusion, heartbeat and dreams. I feel infinite in my heart Really, three years is so short. I didn't know how much school was worth my nostalgia until I graduated. Thank you for letting me meet you in the most beautiful time. Too soon. This time, we really have to go. We didn't know each other three years ago. We met here with our bags on our backs and our original dreams. Since then, we have been bound to grow up and have been together for three years. I really graduated, and in an instant everyone around me had gone their separate ways, only to find that it was already youth when I turned around.
Even if I am sad, I will say goodbye to you with a smile.
Because in No.3 Middle School, we are destined to meet and have a good time together. Whenever, please remember that we are all in No.3 Middle School and always remember our feelings in No.3 Middle School.
Watching you born, growing up with you, watching you leave. ...
In high school, don't forget, we were students in No.3 Middle School!
Goodbye? Third middle school
Goodbye, our home.
Goodbye, teacher? Goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye, school leader.
Goodbye? Third middle school
Goodbye, our home.
Goodbye, youth? Goodbye, years
Goodbye? No time to say thank you.
Goodbye? My beloved Class 7.
Thank you? Let me have the most beautiful time
You always say, I love your alma mater. Do you know that my alma mater loves you too?
Goodbye, I won't meet you.
Author: Lao Liu (Liu Huijie)