Are there any students in Class 95.3 of Shepo No.1 Middle School? I especially miss my former junior high school life. .

In a blink of an eye, the first learning stage of life ended unconsciously, and the second stage of life-junior high school life began again.

On the first day of school, I was nervous, happy and excited. I couldn't wait to get to school early and come to Chengdong Middle School, the school where I will live for three years. At the moment I entered the school gate, the smile on my face had slipped to the outside of the cloud nine, leaving only tension and fear. Laughter, sound, drama ... everything on campus is so strange, but this strange environment is full of "temptation", which makes me eager to know it. I came to class-after I sat down in the classroom, everything around me was so strange, as if it were two different worlds. But I firmly believe that they and I will become good friends.

In primary school, teachers often say that junior high school teachers are the most "cruel" and "whip" students at every turn. However, after several weeks of study, I found that not all teachers are "student killers". On the contrary, I found them very approachable. In particular, Chinese teachers give vivid lectures and read texts with great feelings. In the face of unfamiliar environment, we are naturally afraid and dare not raise our hands to speak in class. Teacher China often encourages us to get familiar with this strange environment.

On Tuesday afternoon of the third week, our class held a class cadre selection. As a primary school student, I have always served as the vice monitor and cultural and recreational committee member. I thought to myself, junior high school should also get "one official and one part-time job". Unfortunately, the result was so cruel and heartless-I "lost my name" in Sun Shan. I'm sad, but I won't be discouraged. I believe that in the days to come, I will definitely "become the first".

Junior high school life will be colorful, right?

In the long river of time, everyone is a passer-by When we crossed the river and looked back, we found that our life was so beautiful. The entrance examination is approaching. Looking back on my three years in junior high school, I have tasted the ups and downs. (Start with the questions and get the full text. )

ferment

Just entering the middle school campus, I still miss my primary school classmates at most. Parting from your best friend, (just sad because of parting from your friend? Don't you miss the happy primary school life? It is suggested that a set of parallelism sentences be used to extract and write the beautiful fragments of primary school life to enhance the appeal. ) There is an indescribable sadness in my heart. Looking at the strange environment and strange faces around me, I feel a little uncomfortable. Did I really say goodbye to my childhood? Do I really have to spend my junior high school here? Do I really have to make friends from scratch? ...

A piece of green lemon, sore nose and blurred eyes.

sweet

When I joined the new class, I found that everyone was friendly and my initial worries vanished. I am cheerful and happy again and have made many new friends.

Once in an exam, I was very annoyed to find that I forgot to bring my pen, so I had to draw a white mark on the paper with an oily pen and was in a daze. Suddenly, a pen came to my eyes. I turned my head and saw that it was my good friend. I paused for a moment, then smiled at her and bowed my head and began to write. This is the tacit understanding between friends. Without words, a knowing smile is enough. )

After eating a lollipop, the sweetness spread from the tip of the tongue.

difficult

Facing the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, we all began to study hard. We know that only by working hard and cheering will we not be squeezed off the wooden bridge of the senior high school entrance examination. I really felt the strong smell in the classroom. Every night, I still write and draw under the lamp. (The routine of getting up early and going to bed late, overwhelming practice, overload pressure ... Properly writing the word "bitter" into a description can arouse readers' * * *. )

Huang Lian ate it, bitter, but couldn't help swallowing it.

unsmooth

Soon after graduation, the expectation for the holiday has faded, and I feel more sentimental and reluctant to leave. Here, I suggest writing some warm and happy fragments of junior high school life to highlight the beauty of junior high school life and express sadness and disappointment. We walked together, whether it was happy, painful, happy or sad, it was our fate. It's just that this fate can't last forever, and there is bound to be separation.

Bite a persimmon, only to find it green and astringent.

We waved goodbye, sweet and sour.

Day after day passed, just like a stone thrown into the lake, but it sank with a bang. Time also slowly sank to the bottom of the lake of life, turning up a few bubbles from time to time, swinging naughtily from side to side, and then broken ... Time was so silent that it sank and disappeared.

The most interesting thing this week is the biology class on Tuesday. The biology teacher speaks quickly. When teaching, she often teaches us a few tips that are very useful in life. She is a person who loves life, but the classroom is full of explosions.

This is a classroom, but it is not like a classroom. Everyone who loves answering the phone is answering the phone. Some were scolded back, and some were still answering the phone. The head teacher is here! ! Suddenly there was silence between heaven and earth, as if there had never been any sound.

There are not a few people who talk to teachers in biology class. This kind of class is really fast and noisy. In a blink of an eye, the bell rang and several "playing" hearts left in a hurry. The teacher asked angrily, "Did I say class is over?" However, they are unrepentant and ignore the teacher's anger directly.

Slowly, I got into the habit. When the students heard this, they all ran out, leaving only the teacher holding the book, staring at the students, moving his lips, and finally opening the door slowly without saying anything.

The classroom is noisy again.

The bitterness and joy of junior high school life

The days passed like water, and the life of the first day of junior high school came to an end in a blink of an eye. Every time I think about it, I can't calm down for a long time. Looking back on the past year, there were frustrations of losing the exam, pride of winning an art festival, frolicking with classmates on the playground, and sadness of a person under a lonely lamp ... Laughter was accompanied by tears, sweet wine was accompanied by coffee, and the junior high school year was a movement written by bitter music.

Pain or hardship cannot be expressed in words.

There are stars outside the window and mountains of homework inside.

Climbing the "Mathematics Mountain", crossing the "Foreign Language River", crossing the "Biological Ridge" and crossing the "Chinese Slope" ... I am like a lost lamb and a tireless camel, bearing the high hopes of teachers and entrusted by my parents. My thin shoulders are unable to bear it, and only I can swallow bitter tears alone.

I am like a clockwork, crawling wearily on the boring scale circle. I don't need chains to curl up in the gap between tables and chairs, do sports and surround us. Through the thick lens, my eyes are confused, my happiness and, where are you?

Outside the window, the stars are sleeping soundly. Inside, I am still writing. Alas, miserable junior high school life!

Enjoy life in spite of poverty.

In such a busy junior high school life, I still have my own extracurricular life-reading.

I followed in Xu Zhimo's footsteps and bid farewell to Cambridge with him. I feel the warmth of maternal love under the reflection of Bing Xin stars. I picked up my childhood dreams with Lu Xun, and I tasted pastoral feelings with Tao Yuanming. In the book, I suddenly found that the pressure of growing up is like a dark cloud in the sky. Although dignified, but after the storm, it is a beautiful rainbow, growing bitter like a cup of coffee. After the bitterness, we are left with endless aftertaste.

Swimming in the sea of books has relaxed my nervous nerves, and also made me taste the joy of reading after class after my intense study.

It is lucky to have fun in pain.

The hard days are over and the good days are coming.

I tasted the ups and downs of junior high school life and honed my indomitable character. In the face of ups and downs, I laughed it off. When I meet with difficulties, I never flinch. My efforts paid off. After several hard work, I finally got something. Glittering awards and smiling faces of parents and teachers are the best reward for me. "It's freezing, and plum blossoms are fragrant."

After the bitter wind and rain, the harvested fruit feels sweeter. Bitterness is sweet, and I enjoy it.

I know there will be more pain and frustration in junior high school life in the next two years, but I will face it calmly, because I know that after the storm, the rainbow will eventually come!

The campus composition of my junior high school life

Everyone says, "Autumn is a harvest season." But in my opinion, autumn is also a beginning season: autumn girls bring coolness and blow off leaves. Look, the leaves say "School begins". Yes, every school starts in autumn. Isn't this a new beginning?

And I, also stepping on the golden sunshine, became a student in Yantai No.1 Middle School.

Yantai No.1 Middle School is a school with a long history, and its campus is beautiful without exaggeration. As soon as you enter the door, tall teaching buildings and lush trees come into view; The breeze caressed the cheek; Occasionally, one or two birds sing loudly in the branches, and the crisp sound makes you stop and listen.

The playground in No.1 Middle School is very big, with many basketball stands and table tennis tables, which can accommodate four or five classes at a time. During the break, students will practice playing rackets, and some like to run on the playground, so don't worry about the lack of space.

Suddenly, four big characters jump into your eyes: "public, successful, diligent and easy". This is our school motto. "Public" means selfless, and the world is public; "Honesty" means honesty, no empty talk, no self-deception; "Diligence" means diligence in order to do everything well; "Yi" means perseverance. How's it going? Is this school motto "short and pithy"?

The campus of No.1 Middle School always makes people linger. I really want to engrave every inch of land here in my mind. I really want to stay here, stay here. ...

Walk into junior high school

On Saturday, August 30th, 2008, it was sunny.

Today, I reported to the new school, standing on the empty campus, looking at strange faces and strange scenery, and suddenly I felt a sense of fear. I walked into the classroom with my head down, found a place to sit down casually, and it was noisy all around. Suddenly I feel that the excitement is theirs. I have nothing, so I just think aimlessly.

I still remember that day, when I got the news of entering Liangdao Street Middle School, I couldn't tell whether the tears on my face were sad or happy.

Someone patted me on the back. It's my mother. She wiped my tears with a tissue and touched my head: "Dear baby, don't cry. You are a junior high school student now. You must learn to forget some things. When you were in elementary school, weren't you reluctant to part with kindergarten children? " But I survived, and I'm very happy. "

I raised my tearful face and nodded.

I'm going to junior high school, which means I have to meet my teachers and classmates again. I can't bear to part with them! However, I hope to take a new path. Life is so long, this is just a small step. What is this? But how can I leave my classmates and teachers who have been with me for six years and say goodbye to them?

I sat by the window and gently opened the curtain. I saw a bird whose feathers are not yet full, practicing flying in the sun. Although it has been falling, it has been holding its head high.

I'm the bird! Suddenly I remembered a sentence I once read: "It is better for a man to defeat his enemies a thousand times than to defeat himself once." Yes, I can beat myself once!

The dark clouds finally left before the sun, and the gentle and warm sunshine poured in through the window. I still feel warm even through the thick curtains.

My heart suddenly opened and the sun penetrated. It turned out that it was not someone else's cold face, but I completely closed myself up.

Junior high school suddenly brightened up and turned into a sunny palace! I am convinced that my junior high school will have a new beginning and a new life.

A new life begins! I said to myself.

From then on, she is no longer the wayward and crying little girl, but a calm, sensible and strong junior high school student.

Come on! Run under the same blue sky with your new classmates!

Entering junior high school, the sky is so blue and bright, and I have taken another step towards my future!

Write to Class 9, Grade 3.

I sat at my desk alone, staring blankly at the words I wrote on a whim. Like a lonely fisherman, I fished all over the country, leaving only a little snowflake and flying frost on the hemp fiber. This is the loss of separation.

The eagle lost the depth of the sky, and it caught a layer of sadness in its flight; The steed lost the vastness of the grassland, and the galloping was mixed with loneliness. At this moment, I have lost the excitement of Class 9 in Grade 3, and I feel bored and helpless like "chess pieces knocking off snuff". You may be surprised, after the holiday, don't you have a new class-Grade One (*) class? Yes, a brand-new senior one (*) may be full of vigor and vitality. However, am I in Class One (*) or Class Nine (Three)? Everything is constantly moving and changing. The deceased is like this, and the years have carved rings on the trees, which will also leave some deep marks on us. We are no longer newborn babies or ignorant teenagers. I'm not another one.

There is an essential difference between Class 9 in Grade 3, which has become history, and Class 1 1 which is coming soon. Class 9 in Grade 3 has a pleasant and unforgettable after-school life in addition to a lot of books and tense exams. The so-called knowledge is actually forgotten in the process of familiarity. The dribs and drabs of the life of Class 9 have inadvertently become unforgettable memories. Like a mermaid princess in a fairy tale, she disappeared without a trace but was everywhere. Life is like this: if there is panic and helplessness in misfortune, there will be concern and consideration from classmates; There is confusion and loss in encountering "Waterloo", and there is confidence and pride in creating brilliance; Where there is resentment against falsehood and ugliness, there is emotion for justice ... pain and happiness are intertwined, and hope and ideal are together. There are more than 60 members and more than a dozen teachers in Class 9, Grade 3. There is only one study and life in grade three, and it is also a fate to meet teachers with different characteristics and personalities. To them, we are only a small part of the countless students they teach. But this small part of us is unique. Philosophers say that people can't step into the same river. In the flowing river of Class 9, Grade 3, it embodies our teacher's wisdom, humor, rigor and strictness, and also flashes our classmates' diligence, intelligence, concentration and tenacity.

I thought junior high school had a long road for three years, but the hourglass of time flowed all over the place unconsciously. The dream of spring grass is not awake, and the trees by the pool are yellow. Far away, the respectable teacher who preaches and gives lessons to solve doubts gets along like a classmate of brothers and sisters. Life is really like photography. If you want to press the shutter, you will find that the beautiful scenery has been missed. Now I have to say goodbye to my old junior high school classmates. The study and life of Class 9 in Grade 3 is a treasure in my memory and will be fixed on my conscious screen forever.

Goodbye, classmates who have been together for three years! I hope we can meet again in the university in three years!

Junior high school is an unforgettable song.

The yellow light of goose down scatters warm light foam. The pen in my hand rubs on the paper, dripping dark blue ink, and writing bits and pieces with you.

The days we passed together are like a string of strange notes, praising us. There is our symphony on the crooked stool in the canteen, our songs in the drizzle in the wet season, and countless arias under the fluorescent lamp are still stuck in thick reference books. How many unforgettable days filled our youth. ...

Unforgettable is the short ten minutes from the end of math class to lunch break. The minute hand is getting closer and closer to three quarters of an hour, and the second hand "ticks" round and round. My mind is no longer on math problems, and my eyes are fixed on the canteen beside the playground. The pen in my hand has been put down in a hurry, and the spoon and chopsticks are all ready for Tintin Mao Mao. Follow your right foot quietly to the outside of the table leg, and everything is ready. Everyone held their breath and waited for the brake when the bell rang 1. Just wait for him to rush out of the classroom as soon as the bell rings: team up in twos and threes and run to the canteen hand in hand. Let's meet again in the restaurant and laugh together. Our room is full of happiness. ...

I will never forget that I walked out of the campus with my trouser legs carefully in a dozen wet rainy seasons. Looking at the clusters of umbrella flowers gushing out from the campus, I feel helpless, sour and lonely. On the way home in the rain, everything turned into a muddy tear, which deeply dripped into my heart until you appeared in my sight and all the haze disappeared. You handed me the umbrella. "We can go home with an umbrella. Be careful on the road. " Say that finish, you turned and disappeared in the crowd, leaving only a warm smile, blooming in the splash of rain flowers under your feet. (Mr. Fan Wen. There is infinite warmth in our hearts. ...

I will also remember those days at the end of the term. Whether in class, during recess or during lunch break, we are always writing. Even if we go home from school, there must be warm yellow light around us among thousands of lamps. Those tired and sleepy late nights, you also sent me warm words to encourage each other to stick to it. Our hearts are full of pain and emotion. ...

Life in junior high school is like black and white chess, with black and white; Life in junior high school is like a five-flavor bottle, with ups and downs; Life in junior high school is like a colorful rainbow, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

Junior high school life is dull, sometimes very nervous, sometimes very relaxed. The mid-term exam is coming soon, so I'm very nervous. I review history and politics every day, and I may have to review it very late and go to bed very late. Maybe I can only rest on Saturday and Sunday, and I have to carry a big bag to go to cram school the next day. When you relax, you will play regardless, have a good time, and be happy when you are finished.

Junior high school life is a five-flavor bottle, sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes spicy, sometimes salty. I did something wrong and was severely scolded by the teacher. I was so sour in my heart. When you are praised by the teacher for your good work, your heart is sweeter than drinking honey; If the exercise reaches the standard, the rice will not run well. Physical education class is so hot standing in the sun. I didn't answer the questions carefully in the exam, so it was salty when I handed out the papers.

I learned a lot in my junior high school life for more than a month. I know junior high school life is very tired, but I am also very happy. Compared with primary schools, junior high schools learn more knowledge, know more people and live more colorful lives. Maybe junior high school life is like this, not as upset as I thought, not as nervous as I thought to jump off a building.

After entering junior high school, there are many new things that make us curious and happy. The entrance to junior high school is more of a test for us. Yes, junior high school life has made me more and more interested in learning, mastered more learning methods and made my junior high school life more interesting! More colorful!

This is my junior high school life.

My composition on junior high school life

Junior high school life is rich, but it lacks variety; Junior high school life is fresh, but mixed with confusion and obscurity; Junior high school life is happy, but happiness also contains a lot of sadness and frustration. This is like a cup of fragrant coffee, but there is an unspeakable bitterness hidden in the sweetness. "Ding" after class, students don't rush out of the classroom like primary school, they all sit in the classroom, for fear of doing less than others.

Faced with a mountain of homework, we are so calm and sophisticated that we never give up the time that students can use in one minute. We don't have any lofty aspirations, just want to finish our "homework". There is only one thought in my heart: study, study and study again.

With the growth of age, we gradually mature and long for autonomy. It seems that everything is "irrelevant, hanging high", except loneliness, or loneliness.

There is only one thought on my way to school every day: there is a building on this road, there is an empty seat waiting for me in the building, and there are mountains of homework waiting for me on the desk. It seems that everything in life has lost its luster and become dull. When I was a child, every ant wanted to play with me. Now it is very common. There is no feeling in the face of a colorful world.

Junior high school life changed me.

Cherish happiness

I went to junior high school and made many mentors. And what happened between us is so funny. Those happiness painted bright colors for junior high school, and those happiness filled the dull days with charming notes.

The birth of "forgotten boy"

One morning, it was the Chinese class of the old class, and my friend forgot to bring my Chinese book. He carefully concealed it, pretending to be calm, for fear of being caught by the old class. Unfortunately, the sharp eyes of the old class soon found the problem, so the good friend had to stand up.

Seeing his good attitude, the old class didn't "torture" him (punish him for writing a composition), but said to him, "Did you forget to bring your Chinese book again? From then on, you are the' forgotten boy' in our class! "

Hearing these words, the whole class burst into laughter, and the "forgotten boy" has a long memory since then.

Mars baby

The old class has a "problem", that is, she asks questions first in class. No, just after class, the old class asked a question and said, "Is this simple?" The students replied in unison: "Everyone on earth knows!" Immediately, the old class ordered a classmate. Who knows the student stood up and was speechless.

Another talkative life interjected: "What is he if he doesn't know the problems that everyone on earth knows?" I only heard the old class say slowly, "Baby Mars!"

The whole class laughed wildly for more than 30 seconds.

All the homework is (not) written.

After school in the afternoon, all the homework was finished, and the old class explained the homework requirements in detail. One of the homework is to do basic training. Some students still don't understand the training questions on pages 79 to 80, so they ask, "Teacher, do you want to write pages 79 to 80 in the Ministry?"

The old class paused and said, "I'm not fooled by you!" " It is impossible not to write! Write it all! "

The whole class laughed their heads off.

A beautiful job fell from the sky.

In the eighth grade, another course-physics was added. As soon as the class started, we were attracted by the teacher's profound knowledge and humorous language, and everyone was full of yearning for the position of physics representative.

At the end of the class, Jin Zhenyu, a classmate sitting at the lecture table, kept drinking water and made a "loud noise". The teacher is scanning the class, ready to look for the representative of the subject. Attracted by this action, he said, "You get the moon first, so that you can become the representative of this subject!" " "It's a pie in the sky! Kim's classmate opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The whole class laughed hysterically again.

This is just a little fun in my junior high school life, and there are still many things I haven't shared with you! Those happy days will be treasured in my memory forever!

In the morning, that wonderful symphony.

Author/Wang Jinfeng

In the morning, I am flying like a bird in the sea of clouds. Suddenly, I had a headache and fell from the clouds.

What's going on here? When I opened my eyes, it turned out that my head hit the iron railing when I was dreaming. At this time, it was just dawn, and the whole dormitory was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and all the roommates enjoyed themselves in their dreams. Hey, what's that noise outside? Morning exercise is ringing! I squinted sleepily at my watch, which is not good! It's already 6: 05! I jumped up like a carp.

Listen, "Symphony" started playing in the morning! "Lazy, get up! It's time to do exercises! " I shouted in a hoarse voice. The roommates all moved, and some said in several dreams, "Oh, stop arguing and let me sleep for another five minutes." "It's still early. It doesn't work. What's the hurry? " I was anxious, jumped out of bed and opened their quilts one by one: "Lazy people, I'm serious, I'm going to do exercises!" " "Everyone yawned like a barrage, stretched and dressed slowly.

The symphony is played slowly in the morning. Soon, there was a rush of Marek's footsteps outside the door, and the sleepwalker suddenly woke up: "Oh! We're gonna be late! Why didn't you wake us up earlier? " At this time, the morning symphony began to appear on the stage. Everyone brushes their teeth, washes their faces, combs their hair and changes their shoes at an amazing speed. Even the most tardy roommate at ordinary times should be extremely crisp and neat at this moment. The area around the washbasin became the most crowded place. All roommates rushed to the washbasin, brushing their teeth and chatting, paying no attention to the blooming toothpaste foam flowers. Sometimes we even share a wet towel to save time on washing our face. We have been complacent about this time-saving and labor-saving coup for a long time. Another roommate's first thing after getting up is to go to the toilet, and he spends most of the day squatting. The roommate in the back knocked on the door like a drum. "Don't knock, soon. I heard that it is going to rain when I grab the toilet. " "I'm suffocating. It's better to rain, so I can save time for exercise and sleep!" The sound of running water, footsteps and door closing ... are one.

The more anxious you are, the faster time passes, and it is easy to make mistakes in busy work. For example, wearing someone else's shoes by mistake, or letting loose the messy hair that I didn't have time to take care of, and rushing to the playground with someone else's coat are all common things. At this time, we can no longer care about the image of a lady! We race against time, not because we like doing exercises. You know, if we are late for exercise and annoy the PE teacher, we will pay the price. If you don't want to run around the school playground every afternoon this week, then act quickly!

The fog plays up the coolness of the morning, and it seems that there are countless sharp hands scratching every inch of our skin in the cold wind. We just got out of bed and rushed to the playground to do exercises in the bleak cold wind, and the flustered morning in the dormitory finally ended. The "symphony", which had just slowed down, also came to an abrupt end.

This is the morning in our dormitory described by Sun's classic lines in the movie My Fair Lady-panic, what a panic!

However, I like listening to the morning symphony, because this chaotic "music" truly reflects our nervous, busy but full and happy campus life, doesn't it?