I bid farewell to my primary school classmates and stepped into the middle school campus. Followed by new students, new teachers. Strange faces appeared in front of my eyes, and a strange place made me feel deeply confused.
Now I am like a withered bauhinia. I lost my original moisture, and that gorgeous color never appeared on me again. One slice, one slice, another slice. Instead, it is a nasty dark yellow.
I asked myself more than once, "What's the matter? What is wrong with you? The old halo no longer shines.
Every time I see the disappointed eyes of my parents and teachers, I am at a loss. People say that studying hard will definitely pay off. After a few months, what have I gained? I have never gained anything except the ridicule of my classmates, the contempt of my teachers and the loss of my parents. Hope again and again, disappointment again and again, completely defeated me! My confidence didn't shine. Laugh, what is it? I gradually forgot its concept.
The originally light schoolbag suddenly became heavy. History, geography, health, politics, four strange subjects, have also joined my study life, but what is the remaining space in my schoolbag? Is pretending to be lost or helpless. As my mother said, "All day is school-home, home-school ..."
In the seventh grade, I learned envy and jealousy at once. I envy those who are among the best in their own class and age, and I envy their unattainable excellent grades. They paid a lot. What about me?
Grandpa said to me: "God is fair to everyone, mainly reflected in personal efforts." So, don't complain too much, ask yourself, how much have you paid? "
All right! Put aside the sour, bitter and spicy. Start looking for the fragrance like flowers and the sweetness like honey. Try to find it!
I spent six years in primary school unscrupulously, entered Dazhou No.1 Middle School with a little childishness and fantasy, and started my junior high school life.
I still remember that when I first entered the best middle school in Dazhou, I felt a sense of oppression that I had never felt before. Changed, everything has changed, unfamiliar faces make me afraid, heavy homework makes me flinch, unsatisfactory grades make me disappointed, and only my self-confidence and sincere friendship cheer me up. I study hard and do everything according to the teacher's standards. Finally, hard work pays off, and I won the recognition of teachers and classmates with my own efforts and sweat.
My seventh grade life is full of colors. I am cheerful and lively, so my friends are very close, and friendship makes me happier and more fulfilling. In the interaction with my classmates, I learned a lot about being a man and changed a lot. In learning, I regard all subjects as a kind of learning to enrich my knowledge, thus turning the depression and heaviness brought by learning into a kind of happiness and relaxation. Probably infected by the style of study in this middle school, I try my best to make everything perfect, to satisfy myself and others. Always want to be outstanding and become a leader. Whenever I try to show myself and tell others, "I can do it!" " "Maybe I'm too conceited. In an election, I went with confidence and expectation. However, I lost. I still smile at this "achievement" of the ground team. I know that life can't be bumpy, and I have to learn to face team setbacks and failures. I remember there is such a famous saying that "while trying, you will encounter failure, but you will also encounter success." "I was deeply moved and laughed off this election. However, I didn't ignore this blow, seriously summed up the reasons for my failure, found out the gap between myself and others, and met new challenges.
I hate jealousy, I hate unfairness, I long for fair competition, and I look for opportunities to exercise myself. I think only by growing up in the competition can a person better hone himself. I believe that everything is not the best, only better!
Looking at the blue sky, looking at the horizon, thinking about dreams and thinking about the future, I want to shout: "My future is not a dream! ! ! "Two articles.