In my opinion, high school life is a symphony. It plays notes on the strings of life, making the melody of life colorful. It records students' words and deeds all the time, and shows every kind of true feelings in the world all the time. High school life is colorful, it is like colorful flowers dotted with beautiful spring life. High school life has quietly opened the door to my dusty thoughts. Those crowing words will teach you all kinds of subtle ways of flying, so that we are no longer keen on Alan Yu's misty poems and cloud-like dreams. In the passage of time, recognize yourself behind the fog yarn-the road of life is tortuous and long, but often only a few steps are in jeopardy. Good and bad will deeply affect your life. High school is the tipping point! In other words, this is your chance to bloom youth, or at least your chance to fly your dreams. I like Chinese as much as life. I always thought that I was a representative of China people, and I was more scientific. But when I entered high school, I realized how narrow my vision was and how vast the ocean of knowledge was. I envy the famous saying that teachers come to class with their mouths open. My profound knowledge has sounded the alarm for my fragile language. The peak of science is waiting for us to climb, and the palace of art is waiting for us to open. Learning Chinese well is to give yourself a comprehensive spiritual package. From that moment on, I was full of infinite enthusiasm and a sense of * * * for high school life. It was from that moment on that I moved towards self-confidence, self-awareness and initiative. I ran for the post of student cadre and started my more mature life. In wonderful activities and self-challenges again and again, I constantly transform myself: I understand the importance of creative learning from all-inclusive knowledge contests; From "Speech, Art", I learned that efforts will lead to a new world; From the fierce debate, I learned that competition needs wisdom and ability ... continuous exploration, hard work and competition will make it perfect, progressive and mature. I think, even if there is no glorious future, there can be a regretless past. I believe that when I am white-haired, remembering high school life is still the sweetest memory. It is it that makes me understand the true meaning of success: you must be a friend of will, a consultant of experience, a cautious brother and a patron of hope, so that success can be in sight. If there is no such thing in life, it will be the biggest regret in one's life. The training of listening, speaking, reading and writing has greatly improved everyone's quality. Every process makes us feel the joy of struggle, and every process makes us feel the beauty of life. It can be said that our high school life, no matter when and where, is as bright as the bright sun, as open-minded as the young eagle soaring in the sky, and as all-encompassing as the vast sea. It will benefit us for life-make us full of vitality, confidence and creativity! Let our life be beautiful and colorful! I don't know what to worry about. 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Their faces are always so peaceful and smiling, and their steps are always so tacit. There is no melancholy of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night", only the clang of "Frost leaves are red in February". Are there so many people talking on the rooftop of Chunhui Zhai? Standing or sitting, one after another, one after another, whispering spread and filled the whole rooftop. The moonlight shines on everyone and touches the soul. Once in my memory, at two o'clock in the morning, the rooftop was crowded with people, and the meteor shower of Leo was overwhelming and surrounded us. Groups of 351, huddled together, wrapped the quilt tightly outside, but shouted desperately. The paper plane flying overhead flies far away with good wishes. This long-forgotten memory suddenly touched my heartstrings, and the bits and pieces of feelings poured out gently, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Memories are like this, like dandelions dancing lightly in the breeze all over the mountains, swaying slightly and quietly, but flowing away inadvertently. In memory, there are many unspeakable feelings that can touch your heart, pure and sacred. So is my alma mater in my memory. Although there are troubles and setbacks on the title page, the conclusion is full of joy and gratitude. Today, Shu Ren Middle School is ten years old, perhaps unknown, perhaps not outstanding, but he always works hard, struggles in his own way, and writes a wonderful life for every student and teacher! Ten years after its establishment, it is young among many schools. Because of its youth, we still have a lot to work hard and improve. Because we are young, we have more * * * to create brilliance; Because I am young, I dare to innovate and pursue distant dreams; Because of youth, this school is full of infinite hope. Ten years, in the long river of history, is a fleeting moment, but for Binghui Middle School, it is a long scroll of continuous progress and brilliant achievements. In the past ten years, the fertile soil that shed tears of youth is now blooming everywhere; For more than ten years, students who have been instilled by many teachers have now flown everywhere; In the past ten years, all the ups and downs we have gone through have become sweet memories. Groups of students come with hope, sweat and laughter, work hard and grow up in this land, and finally are eager to fight the sky and ride the wind and waves. How many days and nights, they worked hard, and finally had the strength of the eagle to spread its wings and fly, and could soar in a wider sky; How many days and nights, they are fearless, and finally they can sail to a wider sea and challenge the stormy waves ... When they are about to say goodbye, they don't give up, but they want to release all their gratitude, touch, gratitude and gratitude ... They don't give up the teachers who accompany them, the fascinating campus, the swaying youth and the true feelings of their classmates. Life is like this, in the years of tempering, grow stronger and write a shining chapter in your life. I have always felt that the achievement depends not only on my own efforts, but also on the cultivation of teachers and the help of my classmates. People from one side of the country, whether they are knowledgeable old authorities or quick-thinking young scholars, are working hard on this hot land with the plough of ideas, opening it with the key of wisdom and achieving with the charm of personality, and truly teaching and educating people! Teachers, it is your teaching that makes us not mediocre in high school; It is your hard work that has made us what we are today; It is your encouragement that makes us March forward bravely in the face of wind and rain. We keep in mind your efforts! "Those who drink its stream are pregnant with its source, and those who learn it are also teachers." Recall the past and miss my alma mater. Mountains and water are fascinating. I still remember that my life experience is rich here, my personality charm is blooming here, and my knowledge is rich here. Fortunately, I never missed high school; Unfortunately, I can never go back, because time will not sympathize with anyone. Only by cherishing the present and looking back on the past can we taste the beauty of the past. 54