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This article is about Zuo Yating's feeling of seeing Yu Bo working overtime for the first time at school: he (Yu Bochao) is 1.65 meters, while I (Zuo Yating) is only a little more than 1.5 meters; His skin is so fair (I don't think this word is suitable for boys), but I am really wheat-colored … and so on. In short, it is to write her "envy, jealousy and hatred" for Bochao.
A class passed quickly. After class, I was busy writing the homework that the teacher had just assigned. Yu Guangchao glanced at his deskmate. He also works hard at writing, and he likes to learn to be a good boy.
So, I also buried my head and started writing.
About two minutes later, I heard someone say to my deskmate Yu Bochao, "Xiao Chaochao ..."
I looked up, and Zuo Yating next to Yu Bochao was "coquetry" to him, and her voice was full of childishness (pretending): "Xiao Chaochao ... Uncle ... Uncle (you can understand this English) ..."
Uncle? What happened? I want to know.
Oh, I see. Take the word "bo" in Yu Bochao's name, the homonym is "bo". As for the "uncle", it must be the same!
I am disgusted with this "bumbling" girl, but there is nothing I can do about her, so I have to keep my head down and continue my homework.
Math class
Our math teacher is really bored in class. The students are all sleepy, only a few of them are still listening to the teacher. It's the first time I've seen a teacher who can teach at this level. It's really a realm! I'm impressed.
I didn't listen to the whole class, but fortunately, I learned all these contents in primary school. My mother taught me to study by myself during the summer vacation, and it doesn't matter whether I listen or not.
A few days before entering Foshan Middle School, at noon, we could see a magnificent scene-seventh grade students rushed to the restaurant like arrows. That scene, like the water of the Yellow River, gushed, like the flood of the Yellow River, was out of control. Therefore, noon is often the "golden age" when food grabbing incidents occur.
In order to change this bad atmosphere, the school gave us a "sacred decree": we must queue up before eating. Let the students' union members set up "checkpoints" on all the roads leading to the canteen. Only by standing in line can we "release". Otherwise, you will be "detained". The effect of this method is obvious. But ... after another wave of unrest, there was another incident of jumping the queue. The students' union members are confused, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. At the class meeting, the class teacher couldn't help feeling: "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves before, and each generation is stronger than the next!" However, ginger is still old and spicy. The school leaders are really "wily", and our little tricks are simply "a piece of cake" for them. They promoted the head teacher and every teacher who ate to physical education committee members, and checked the number of people before going to eat. On the way, whoever dares to jump the queue, the class teacher will give him an ideological education with a lesson. Every "old class" may have practiced "The mouth of King Kong is not bad." In front of them, our little trick can only be candidly admit defeat Finally, an irresistible incident of "stealing" steamed bread came. The restaurant manager soon found that steamed bread was scarce, and the dormitory manager found steamed bread in the dormitory. However, the "old class" is also "willing but unable" to this kind of incident, and it is helpless to the dormitory administrator. The incident of "stealing" steamed bread spread to restaurants, dormitories and even classrooms. This is not only done in the seventh grade, but also in the eighth and ninth grades. No wonder they can't find a solution.
Although these incidents are completely contrary to the teacher's teaching, they are different in nature. The first two events improved students' ideological and moral cultivation, but the latter event didn't (because I also participated in "stealing" steamed bread). Ha ha.
On the first day of the third day of the calendar, I turned page by page. In a blink of an eye, the fallen leaves brought frustrated autumn rain and nourished the first day of my life. From the moment I stepped into the first grade primary school campus, I deeply realized that the happy life of slapstick and laughter every day was over, and the hard life of dealing with books and working hard every day came. Since then, life has become more calm and peaceful. I don't know when I became a different person, no longer like noise, and slowly fell in love with silence. My parents also began to say that I am sensible, and I am no longer that stupid child.
Learning is an eternal theme, and every day is similar. In this delicious junior high school, I deeply realize that I can't find anything to do except study every day. However, even if learning is boring, everyone is studying hard. Looking back, it was so easy to win the first place in those days. Now, it seems that it is no longer so easy to face a junior high school with a master like Lin. However, my unyielding personality keeps me gritting my teeth, because I hope I will always be a teacher, a good student in the eyes of my parents and a good example in the eyes of my friends, so I will not give up.
I don't know when I started, but I'm used to this boring junior high school life. It's not as bad as I thought. Besides busy study, I can sit with my friends and talk about our future and my life ideal. When you are sad, they will also patiently comfort you and listen to you silently. When I am bored, I can also enjoy the scenery of the campus. Unconsciously, all this seems to be an indispensable part of my junior high school life.
When I first entered this school, I always felt that this school was not very good, and I didn't like the architectural style of the school, but I gradually found that it was actually very good! These architectural styles always give me a very comfortable feeling, just like an old friend of mine. Especially seeing uncle gardener watering flowers and pruning trees every morning always makes me feel very warm, as if he is studying with us, and all the fatigue has disappeared. The originally annoying security uncle has also become cute. He will joke with us from time to time, and remind students to take umbrellas when the weather changes. ...
In this way, I fell in love with my junior high school life. It seems to slowly enter my body and infiltrate my heart. I like the classroom full of reading sounds in the morning; Like the figure of classmates and teachers chatting happily at noon; I like the way students are surrounded by teachers to discuss problems after school ... all of these are so attractive to me, and all of them are full of a strong spirit of seeking knowledge. Autumn rain is not frustrated, just to see the harvest, I seem to be relieved. Living in the first autumn of middle school, I was more thoughtful, mature and unexpected.
Nowadays, people use electricity for almost everything. Television, computers and electric lights ... reflect the important role of electricity every day. It happened that there was a power outage in my house last night and I experienced a life without electricity.
Yesterday, when I came home from school, I was doing my homework in my room. I saw the light flashing and stopped, and a room suddenly fell into darkness. I was surprised at first, and then my first reaction was that the power went out. I wrinkled my nose and squinted around, but it was too dark and I could only see an outline. I had no choice but to put down my pen and grope my way into the living room.
I groped along the wall, walked to the table and groped to turn on the flashlight. When I opened it, there was a lot of light in the room, and my mother came out of the kitchen. "ah! The power is out and I am still cooking. " Dad also stood up from the sofa, lit candles and went out to buy rice. He gave me a candle, so I had to do my homework under it. Hey! Doing homework under the candle is really uncomfortable, and the dim candlelight is swaying. It is more difficult to read the fine print clearly, and the speed is naturally full. I tried to squint my eyes to see the words clearly, and naturally the speed was much slower. I tried to squint my eyes to see the words clearly, but my eyes couldn't stand it for a while, so I had to close my eyes and rest.
Finally finished my homework, because there is no electricity, so there is no water. How can I take a shower? I have to wash it with a basin of water.
The power failure completely disrupted our family's life. We can't cook, use electric lights or watch TV. Hey! Life without electricity is really hard!
The composition of life on the first day of the fifth day represents the beginning of the initial heart; The beginning of the original intention; The starting point of a dream ...
Recalling the first day, the students were so cute; Is so ignorant; It's naive. I'm impressed with them.
When I first came to my new school, I was so worried and cautious. I am eager to make many intimate friends, but I am afraid that they will hate me and dislike me. But then I began to slowly let go of my inner fears and mingle with my classmates, probably because of their sincerity. As the teacher said, "the students in our class are sentimental, kind and simple."
Life in Grade One is really happy, and all the scenes are engraved in my mind.
Recalling that military training was so hard and difficult. The princess and prince at home have no help and care from their parents at school. Slowly learn to hold up a sky by yourself _ Fold the quilt, wash the clothes … The treasure in parents' hearts, the children that parents need to take care of all the time. Now my heart is steadfast, I can stand for a few hours in hot summer, and I am no longer afraid of heat and rain; Able to live independently; Be strong by yourself. Students learn from each other, help each other and understand each other, from which we grow up together slowly.
Recalling the annual "Arts, Sports and Arts Festival", we are also welcome to come. The students on the stage are radiant. At the sports meeting, students unite and run for class honor.
Recalling the football match, the students never give up easily, sweating profusely on the sports ground. The sun scorched the earth like a fireball. They stepped on the hot ground, enjoying the happiness brought by football, and never fell down even if they were injured. Students and teachers cheer for them together. We will go to the next level after success, and we will refuel after failure. It is in response to this sentence that "giving the best of yourself on the field is the respect for each other."
How wonderful these memories are! Looking back now, I didn't just want to laugh. How lovely we were then!
Sunshine is like an arrow, sunshine is like a comb, and in a blink of an eye, our first day of life is over. Time is something we can never reverse. I finally understand the famous saying that "an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time". Thanks to all the teachers for their hard work this year, let us grow sturdily!
Hello, Grade Two! I come with a dream, study hard, work hard and realize my good wishes!
From the moment I got the admission ticket, I never doubted that I would become a SGD student. This stubborn pride came to an abrupt end when the new currency notice was issued. Since I put on my fiery red school uniform, my sense of growth has begun to sprout.
I never doubted that I was a SGD student, just as I never doubted that I was a Fudan student. When I stepped into the gate of Singapore dollar, I seemed to see the best future open to me.
I made many mistakes in class 18 18, and I was once empty and lonely. Sometimes there is no support. However, I am a good student with excellent grades (except mathematics). None of this can stop me from becoming an excellent person.
I have also been made difficult by my teacher many times. My math teacher is always dissatisfied with my grades. And my dear teacher Wang, a writer who almost changed my life ideal. My first literary work, Shengshi, was sealed by Mr. Wang when I finished my first year of high school.
Oh, speaking of some novels.
I have two novels written secretly at school, and the speed is pitifully low, 50-60 a minute. They are the end of the glass age and death. The disadvantage of writing novels is not only to avoid teachers, but also to guard against classmates. Once they find my manuscript, they will vie for it. Including our monitor Wang Fengyi. When I wrote Death's End, she found the words "Wang" and "Feng" in it, so she asked. Actually, those are just two names, Wang Ximu and Lin Yufeng.
I will show it to my trusted friends, such as Liu,,, including.
Even so, no one can change me. I am not a boat.
Junior high school has a lot of fun, but I still can't help but think of the days of primary school. Ah, five years, day after day, swept away by memory. I chatted with some of my closest friends in primary school and experienced unique simple happiness. The headshots of primary school students in QQ and today's students flash together, which is happy and beautiful.
And my special class, math. There are students with great aura, such as Liu Fengyi, Sun Qianqian, Geng Nannan, Lu Li and Sun Geyang. And dear teacher Meng, how friendly and wise he is to us.
Teachers talk about proportional functions and rational numbers day after day. They have leisure, friends after school and primary school students. This is a middle school.
That's it, the most beautiful years are spent here silently.
I bid farewell to my alma mater, classmates and friends this summer, and also ushered in my first year.
The breeze is blowing gently, the slight sunshine is hanging in the sky, and the green trees stand straight at the gate. Just when I was happy and uneasy, I waved goodbye to my primary school and ushered in the first day of my summer vacation. Standing at the gate of the new school, I walked in with a strange mood. After signing up, I found that my dormitory was different from what I expected. In my imagination, the dormitory should be spacious and bright rather than narrow, which makes me feel a little depressed, but I still have hope. After bidding farewell to my parents, I walked on campus alone. But there are no people I know at school, only strange faces pass by in front of my eyes. This made me feel a little overwhelmed, and it was not very lively, which also disappointed my hopes a lot.
New schools, new faces and new things have made me feel scared.
I'm alone in the dormitory, and finally I'm going to study at night. I carry my schoolbag to the classroom. When I arrived at the classroom, the strange faces frightened me again. I picked a seat at random and sat down. I buried my head in it, trying to play down my fears.
"Do you eat sugar?"
She asked, handing the sugar. I took the candy, thanked her and started chatting with her. Her friendliness calmed my heart a lot.
After returning to the dormitory at night, the cheerful atmosphere in the dormitory did not infect me. Although the friendliness of my deskmate can make me less afraid, it still can't make me not afraid. I hid in the quilt and cried secretly, and gradually the noise outside stopped. I thought the light went out and stuck my head out of the quilt, and then I found my roommates all around me. Although they didn't speak, I can feel from their eyes that they have a feeling of concern for me. The girl closest to me said to me, "What's the matter, are you homesick?"
I nodded. At this time, someone continued to say, it's okay, we all are, and we will take care of each other in the future. Don't be sad.
Then someone comforted me one after another. Seeing all this, my heart finally put down. I'm not afraid anymore, afraid.
Actually, the first day was not as difficult as I thought. Isn't it?