During this period of time

When talking about this period of time, my heart is always full of emotions and emotions! It’s always hard to talk about.

Father Time cold-bloodedly pushed me on the journey to junior high school. This road is both difficult and bumpy, but also joyful.

Learning - Endless

Entering junior high school also means that there is less free space, "isn't it?" Indeed, Wu Lie, who left the Young Pioneers, Walk into the ranks of the *** Youth League. There are seven classes a day and three self-study periods in the evening. Half of the day is occupied by studying. No more; no more free wings to fly into the blue sky. And like a bird that wakes up early and goes to bed late, it plays the same melody every day without stopping.

As long as there is any exam - midterm, final, monthly exam... it also means that our hard days will come. I have to work two or three times more than usual. No, the Chinese teacher said: "Today I will do two test papers and write an essay." The math teacher ordered the class representative to hand out the next batch of test papers; the science teacher said nothing, just stacked up a stack of competition test papers and "swiped them" They kept posting; and then the English and social studies teachers never let down their vigilance and quickly assigned a lot of homework.

We have long been accustomed to these rounds of "bombing".

So we calmly packed up our "spiritual food", carefully planned and arranged our homework schedule, and started working hard.

Entertainment - also needed

After we have done our part, we have not forgotten our innocent childlike innocence. We also need happiness to live a sufficient life.

In the ten minutes between classes, turn on the computer, listen to music, and cultivate sentiment; do morning exercises and exercise; chat and discuss with each other; play games and learn happily.

Finally, we have a full weekend, and of course we are not willing to let it go. We travel in large groups and go shopping together.

At this time, we put aside all our worries and worries, put aside learning - and turned a blind eye. We will become the happiest little angels, capturing happiness and collecting happiness.

Let us fill our "life bags" with all the joyful experiences we have with our classmates!

Let happiness surround us, let us spend time happily, and let us complete our studies diligently.

From today on, we should forget the sorrows of the past and recall the beauty of the past. Only by getting rid of melancholy and sighing can we look forward to the future better.

As the old saying goes: "No pain, no gain", "No pain, no gain". Looking around, farmers are working in the fields under the hot sun. Their hard work will be rewarded with a abundant harvest in autumn. yes! Isn’t this also true for learning? Being busy and effective is the beginning of success, and being busy and famous will make you happy!

As long as you pay, life will reward you a lot. Although my studies are in a hurry and I will inevitably feel "sorrowful", I can still concentrate on appreciating the unique "scenery" I have experienced during this period of time.

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I haven’t heard from you again for a long time since I was lost. Those familiar voices from elementary school. It seems that everything just fades away quietly in that fragrance-free summer.

I remember those days when I was running around in the classroom and art room, walking so slowly that my steps seemed to leave no trace. I remember how relaxed I was when I attended the second class in primary school. The teacher said that we never practiced painting or calligraphy seriously. Then we all continued to talk about our own topics, as if the teacher had never appeared at all.

Youth. It feels like such a simple word, but it makes us so obsessed with it.

The story of junior high school has too much paint washed away, like dry grass roots being thrown into the wind. The teacher in the calligraphy class asked us to attend training on time every Tuesday, and then told us to try our best to go there if we were free on Wednesday. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. When I was in elementary school, I kept running between calligraphy classes and classrooms every day but never got tired of it. Now, whenever I think of staying in the calligraphy class for five minutes, I will complain on time and immediately want to run away. It's just that I don't know where to escape. Maybe everything in junior high school deviated too much from my imagination; maybe running around in the playground and corridors all day made me feel like I was imprisoned in a cell and couldn't see myself clearly; maybe the life in junior high school was written in black and white, which made me feel clearly depressed. Perhaps everything has gradually been polished by time, and I just want to find a corner of my own to breathe quietly.

I turned a corner at the street corner, and all I could do after that was sigh.

Straight lines

I remember my art teacher at that time. Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang.

The name I have uttered many times has an air of freedom and ease like sunshine.

Imagine yourself sitting in the art room of primary school again, gently setting up the thick drawing board, clamping a thin piece of drawing paper, and then holding a 2B pencil in your hand, draw a long line. Long straight lines.

Straight line, no endpoints. The days when I met Zhou Yang were so unreal, and I could never remember which remote era it was. Then I walked over and over again, and finally got lost in the age of youth, but I can never forget it.

In my memory, he said to me: "Today, please be more serious.

Those who practice calligraphy, those who practice painting..."

Under his glasses, which are even milder than mine, my cheeks are mottled. I feel like a fool.

I don’t know whether everything is a flower or a catkin, whether it is dancing lightly or flying.

Lost

I think I am a child who gets lost easily <. /p>

I often look at the blackboard in the classroom and feel blank for a while; I often scribble on it while copying the copybook and then look at the people next to me and write down the words on the copybook; I often look at it. I was fascinated by the words I liked and then became the last one to walk out of the classroom.

I think time is always so rushed, and he never waits for me for a while. He always catches up by himself. One subway after another went somewhere I didn't know. I wanted to run with him, but I couldn't figure out the direction.

A dandelion flew across the sky, dancing like an angel's feathers. A beautiful dance.

I am lost on the street corner, smiling, and the slow beat transcends time to the nostalgic era. Then, let me get lost in time, bring my smile, and go. Whitewash those slightly gray years.