For some time, we have been taking classes online. It seems that the course is very tight. Even if we are idle at home, we still have a life of working and studying at home. The busyness of those jobs has never made us feel more anxious and nervous. What emotions do those things have?
I think sometimes reminiscing about the past is really a good way to mourn.
I went to see a happy boy of 20xx some time ago. I know there are many memories in Yang Mi's palace lock. Jade just got angry. His love for each other was teased and he ran away. At that time, she was like a new flower, and Hua Chenyu had just made her debut.
However, after only six years, things have changed. Some people grow up slowly, some people degenerate slowly, some people exceed people's expectations slowly, and some people become more surprised.
It is the essence of life, just like it has always been ordinary. We can also make great achievements in this world and realize our dreams. Even if we don't go to see Tik Tok, Bus Express or Little Red Book, we still feel that all these things are actually so unimpeded. Everyone's communication and everyone's voice are clearly seen on the same huge network.
Those are our life memories in themselves, just a tool to carry them.
Unconsciously, we have gone through 5/6 of junior high school life, with only half a semester left, and we will leave the campus and respectable teachers who have nurtured us for three years. Along the way, there are joys and sorrows, and there are joys and sorrows.
Speaking of suffering, I don't feel depressed because of too much homework, because learning itself is the work of our students. Because of the heavy burden of study, I can only blame myself for not completing the task. It can be seen that in terms of workload, we are not qualified to say "bitter". On the contrary, there are always some troubles in learning, such as a math problem. If we rack our brains and can't come up with a solution, then someone will say, "Alas! Forget it! It pains me to see such a problem. It's really unlucky I don't think we should have this mentality.
Soon, we will take the senior high school entrance examination. As a result, most people are depressed because they can't afford to take the high school or a special key high school. Junior high school students, such as me, were depressed for several days because of an election defeat. Alas! Junior high school life, especially the third grade, is the hardest. It seems that 24 hours a day is not enough for us to control, and seven days a week is not enough for us to study. But we also grow and mature in these hardships, which shows that "bitterness" is also conducive to our exercise in real life.
I like to think independently and then argue with my classmates and even teachers. I think this is a very pleasant thing for me, yes! How interesting it is for students to communicate with each other! How beneficial! There is another fun: chemistry class is lively. Teacher Du is kind, humorous and harmonious. We are all willing to take his class. In his class, we can laugh happily and not miss class. Taking his class makes me feel great.
When I say painstakingly, I mean solving the problem in my busy study. I will feel extremely proud and happy and have a high sense of accomplishment.
No matter the bitterness and joy of junior high school life, it is beneficial to our growth. Let's cherish them!
Unconsciously, I have lived in the branch school for half a year. In the past six months,
We get along well, unite as one, advance together and get through every difficulty.
The big family in the campus always makes me feel that love is everywhere. Love, with the kind words of the principal and mother; Love, in a beautiful learning environment; Love, in the teacher's kind smile ... this ubiquitous love always makes me feel warm and relaxed. In the past six months, I have experienced a lot, including joy, sadness, tears and smiles ... Since I entered junior high school, I have been surrounded by strange faces and feel a little lonely. But when I heard the headmaster and mother tell us "one campus, one home", I felt a warm current rushing to my side, and my loneliness was suddenly overwhelmed, replaced by warmth and kindness.
To my delight, the teachers here are like our friends. Without the majesty of the teacher, let's live as happily as at home.
Before a night study, I went to Mr. Shang's office with xxx and xxx. Teacher Shang smoked again, so we rushed forward to stop it. He said, "OK, just this one …" We listened and smiled happily. After a while, Mr. Shang took out a rag to shine shoes, and accidentally put the shoelace is loose. We all watched while he tied his shoelaces. Lan Jun looked at it and said, "Teacher Shang, you tie your shoelaces so slowly! I'll teach you a simple method. " After that, Lan Jun simply tied her shoelaces. She tied them up at once, but Mr. Shang was still shouting slowly. After teaching several times in a row, Mr. Shang became impatient. He said, "I'm good at math, but I can't do anything else." I am too slow to learn these things and have no patience. So, it's nothing to teach me. Not at all. "We listened and smiled happily.
I am glad to have such a funny teacher to teach, so I have a great interest in mathematics. I also understand that a good learning environment will make students study harder.
Branch school, this beautiful big family, let us grow up healthily and happily. I believe that in this big family, every student can show himself on this big stage. ...
Whenever I see my alma mater, I have an unspeakable feeling! In my heart, it's really beautiful! Thanks to my alma mater! However, everything is too fast! The alma mater in my memory is still so beautiful!
Life Memory Composition 3 In 20xx, Tsinghua Peking University enrolled more than 0/00 students in Hebei Province, with nearly 90 students in one city and 78 students in No.1 Middle School in this city. In 20xx, the number of students increased to 96 (63 in Tsinghua and 33 in Peking University)! No.1 Middle School 1 1 won the championship. There are four top students in No.1 Middle School for five years, 30 1 Tsinghua Peking University in No.1 Middle School for five years, and1/Chinese University of Science and Technology in No.1 Middle School for five years. There are also universities in Hong Kong and the National University of Singapore. In Hebei province, where the prevalence rate is only 8.5%, she has created 84% miracles. Yes, this city is called Hengshui, and this middle school is called Hengshui. What is even more frightening is that in Hengshui, there is never only Hengshui, but also Hengshui No.2 Middle School, Wuyi, Jizhou, Zaoqiang, Zhengkou and so on.
In such a backward place, what is needed to make education so extreme?
For our students, get up at 5: 30 every day, get up, dress, wash, make the bed, fold the quilt into tofu blocks, and the road surface should not be wrinkled at all; It takes less than 10 minutes to complete the classroom canteen every day; Every day, whoever comes to the classroom first and who leaves the classroom last will have a very detailed record of the problems pointed out by the teacher.
Indeed, the pressure we are under is indescribable. Every day, the teacher takes the report card to draw names; Weekly total score ranking; Ranked in the total score of each monthly exam, in the single subject score, in the interval between progress and retrogression ... we are not strong, but we must be strong. Every time I score a goal, there will always be disappointments, shouts, hesitations, tears, grievances and mixed feelings. I have never been happy. But who knows how much we have paid for this? Who knows that there is no time and no place to vent during the day, hiding in bed at night and crying silently? After all our efforts, who knows how much our setbacks have hurt us? Who knows that we have worked so hard and will still be criticized by the teacher? Who knew that strict time management and our little tricks would make us pay for it? Who knows what we have lost and suffered for our dreams?
Actually, we are used to it. ...
I am used to rushing out of the dormitory without washing my face or brushing my teeth in the morning.
I am used to running all the way to the running place in five minutes.
Accustomed to the uniformity of running practice, it seems that loud slogans will still ring in my ears.
I am used to scanning the targets posted outside the classroom before entering the classroom every time, so that my heart is full of more confidence.
Accustomed to reading in the morning, the voice is too small, and the teacher reprimands and reminds me again and again.
Accustomed to reading early, the last few walked into the restaurant after class.
I'm used to studying hard while waiting for dinner and wolfing down my meals (I really understand how fast I entered college now, and I haven't found anyone here who can match my eating speed)
I'm used to watching the countdown and the clock race against time during self-study every day.
Accustomed to the recess that no longer belongs to senior three, it is no longer a world of chatting. What I do is to understand what I can't understand.
Accustomed to chasing after the teacher's questions during recess.
I'm used to washing my hair in the water room between classes, whether it's cold or hot.
I used to run out of the classroom and run to the restaurant eight minutes before the noon lunch bell rang. After wolfing down, I ran to the dormitory again, and the time passed right. Every time I go to the dormitory, I ring the doorbell. I wonder what kind of life it is. Think of yourself as a wolf eager to survive, but what we longed for at that time was knowledge, not high marks.
Accustomed to the bad habit of not going to a restaurant if you are not hungry.
I am used to copying the next day's class schedule to the blackboard, so that my comrades can prepare for tomorrow's task.
I'm used to the scene where I don't leave school at ten o'clock in the evening study, but I'm kicked out by the building manager.
Accustomed to hiding in bed at night thinking about the harvest of the day, silently talking about the goal of the college entrance examination, countless tears have soaked innocent corners again and again. Life at that time was really sour, sometimes I was confused about my college entrance examination, maybe I was hit by my grades again and again, and I didn't know where to find the strength to move forward again.
Accustomed to the fear of exams, but always looking forward to, carefully prepared for every arrival.
I am used to having a homework report card every day.
Accustomed to the seemingly indifferent report card, I still read it over and over again and compare it with my goals.
Accustomed to the weekly ranking of test scores, despite numerous disappointments, we still can't beat our self-confidence. No matter how we progress or regress, the sweat of hard work will never stop flowing.
I am used to setting opponents and goals after each exam. Set off a new round of struggle and fighting.
I'm used to having a parent-teacher meeting and changing my student number after several monthly exams.
I am used to taking a vacation every three weeks, but I always stay at home for less than 12 hours. Go back to your warm home in the dark at night, and prepare your wet clothes in the morning to start again and go back to the place where you chase your dreams.
We are really used to it. ...
Where is our teacher? Almost all the teachers eat and live in school. In the afternoon 10, after we have a rest, the teachers will make rounds. In the morning, the teachers have to wait on the playground before we get up, and the young teachers have to follow suit, which is the kind of running exercise we just watched. Teachers don't have holidays like ours. A teacher is so busy that his child is 3 years old that he doesn't even know who his father is. There is a teacher who attends classes during the day and corrects homework by his dying father's ward at night. Many young teachers only ask for leave at their own weddings. (There are also teachers, omitted)
Our headmaster shed tears in front of all the teaching staff. In addition to the enrollment plan, many people have squeezed into the balance. Every family has the right to become rich and powerful. How much pressure does the headmaster have to bear in order to ensure excellent students!
I wonder if it has been institutionalized. All I know is that this place has burned into my soul. Whether it's like the golden seal of the army that Lin Chong will never wash off his cheek or the family emblem that noble families are proud of, I only know that there is no other place where I have so much love and hate, oath of complaining about others, passion and loss. Most importantly, he made me have pure youth, full of ridiculous ideals and fearless struggle.
The place where I once gnashed my teeth and scolded him eight times a day but no one was allowed to say no, the place where I longed to leave early when I first arrived and wanted to stay a little longer when I really left, she secretly left my unique youth. If you give me another chance to choose, I won't be on the balance of choice, because the first feeling is irreplaceable!
When we were on the scale, we were suffering, but we didn't expect that when we left, we felt that we didn't know how to be blessed when we were indelible.
I don't know what others think of his high school life, but I dare say that everyone in the balance has a clear conscience and regards it as a lifelong treasure. Every time there is something about balance on the internet, everyone reprints it. Every holiday, everyone organizes parties, and every city has a group of Namo children. They often contact and help each other. Why, why are you so sensitive to the word "balance", why, why are you all feeling the decadence of college life? Because, because we are in balance. It was not until we left her that we understood what balance had brought us.
Life Memory Composition 4 Six years of primary school life is coming to an end. In retrospect, those things, like pearls, were worn in the depths of memory and brought me a lot.
The cheers in the stadium, the laughter at the get-together and the mutual help in the labor class are unforgettable.
Touching the big banyan tree on the edge of the playground, I opened the gate of memory. We sat reading in the shade of a tree, we played games under the tree, we climbed the tree to hide ... all those wonderful memories immediately came to my eyes.
Staring at the playground, there are our dripping sweat, chasing footprints and victorious laughter on the plastic runway ... I remember we had a sports meeting last summer, and the athletes came to school early every day and ran around the playground until the end of the game. The game is coming. On the 800-meter runway, a classmate suddenly tripped over a stone. The classmate who ran far in front of our class heard the sound and immediately ran to his classmates, looked at his injury and helped him to the infirmary. Although we didn't win the championship this time, the friendship between classmates became more precious.
I still remember that Mr. Zhao made us become sensible from ignorance, mature from naivety, and brave from timidity. You not only taught us knowledge, but also taught us the truth of being a man. You are like a diligent gardener, pruning branches and leaves for our flowers. In spring, silkworms will keep spinning until they die, and every night candles will cry dry the wick. It suits you very well.
The past is vivid and fresh in my mind, and everything here makes me reluctant to part.
Goodbye, dear classmates and teachers, I will step into a new school and open another world with your friendship and teacher's teaching.
My family lives in the countryside and there is a big yard at home. Hard-working grandparents planted fruit trees and vegetables in the yard, while Amy's mother planted more than a dozen pots of flowers and raised several goldfish. All the year round, my yard is full of vitality.
I remember when I was a child, I would get up early every day, water the plants in the yard with my mother and change the water for the small fish. After breakfast, my grandparents were busy in the yard for a while as usual-stubble the seedlings and pesticide the fruit trees, and the whole morning passed unconsciously.
At noon, grandparents will have a rest after lunch. In the afternoon, grandpa always walks around in the field in charge alone, sometimes weeding. Sometimes grandpa will take me with him when he is in charge of the four seasons. After watching the field of responsibility, grandpa will take me to Kangda Dairy not far from the field to order some bread and milk. At this time, I will be extremely happy.
In the afternoon, when I came home from kindergarten, my mother moved my desk outside the gate to help me with my homework. From time to time, two or three neighbors pass by, and they don't forget to praise me and say, "Hey, look at others and study hard. You must be a college student in the future!" Grandma has cooked the meal after finishing her homework. As soon as the books are finished, we will eat directly.
As night falls, the bright moonlight spreads all over the earth, and fireflies walk in the grass with lanterns. After dinner, I lay on a bamboo chair, watched the moon brighten slowly, and smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers and trees. I gradually got up. ...
However, now the wheat field outside my house has also become big warehouse, and the cool wind blowing from the door in summer is blocked by the warehouse; Our land was expropriated by the government, and grandpa seemed to have nothing to do at once. I seldom saw happy laughter before. Looking at such a scene, I am puzzled: which is better, a quiet and peaceful country life or a bustling and noisy city life?