Friends June, the composition that returned as scheduled

Went to kindergarten and lost my innocence. When I went to elementary school, I lost my childhood. When I was in junior high school, I lost my happiness. —Epigraph.

Time is fleeting, in a blink of an eye, two months of summer vacation life has passed, we are lamenting the misfortune of life, waiting for the moment of hope, time snickering and passing away with us like a naughty elf. Time passed day by day, reminiscing about the carefree life before, long since dissipated like a dream, and those innocent and romantic past events are also accompanied by the calendar floating in the wind of the years......Time flies, the past is like a song, and it can only exist in the disc of memory, and the future time is like a silent river, extending behind you in a mighty and unhesitating way. Time flies, but life is still as light as the clouds in the sky, this is the summer vacation we are waiting for has passed, and in the face of the new semester of courses, it is in full swing!

Although there is little grass and grass in this summer, although the harvest is very small, this rainy season in July, our comfortable mood will become a thing of the past. Through three years of hard work in junior high school, we have gradually grown up with things that were once out of reach, eaten food that we never thought of, and wore enviable brands. Sometimes I laugh and cry, but that's just the surface, and the smile that really comes from the heart is gone.

After years of baptism, I have to learn to face the little things and all aspects of life. I can't play unbridled anymore, I have to do my best to complete my schoolwork. Even if it's done, while playing, there is still a certain problem in the brain, maybe there are troubles about growing up, there is the joy of summer vacation, and there is the bitterness of being sensible.

This summer vacation feels very quiet and quiet, and I am constantly typing on the keyboard and thinking, I don't know if this is the sadness of midsummer or the emotion of early winter. The moment the tears rolled down my cheeks, I felt that the human heart was very fragile. What others see in the eyes of others is the happiness of growth, but what I see is a slim one.

The hot summer months are often a time to test people's perseverance, everyone's perseverance is different, but the door to knowledge is always open. It depends on whether you and I are willing to walk in the distance. Walking through the heat means embarking on a new starting point.

September, as scheduled.

When all the smell of summer subsides in this early autumn and September arrives, some memories that touch our hearts spread in this season. This slightly cool autumn mood makes us feel peaceful, and the warmth of our hearts ferments little by little. September, September of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, we have warm memories in the slightly cool season.

In September, Teacher's Day is coming to us, and the first Teacher's Day after I became a teacher goes straight to the softest part of people's hearts. Those rippling memories of youth are frozen before entering this school, and entering a middle school means opening a new chapter in life, this page is called "teacher".

Chapter 1 When I received a university admission letter from a city in the northeast corner of my motherland called "Spring City in the North", the joy in my heart cannot be described in words. Finally, I became a prospective teacher, and finally, in four years, I was about to step into the glorious profession of teaching, this profession of silent dedication, and this profession that requires the work of the soul.

If I were a singer, I would have to sing a hymn to all these teachers with all my might. Recalling every scenery of his youthful years, there is the figure of the teacher, and many years later, the words that the teacher once taught are still unexpected with us in a certain time and space. One day, maybe you will see the former teacher at a glance in the bustling crowd, he (she) may no longer be young, his temples are gray, and his back is no longer straight, but the moment you see him (her), those earnest teachings will appear in front of you like a film movie, which is our precious memory.

Chapter 2 In the first middle school of September, the pomegranate trees are full of fruits, and the fragrance of osmanthus is everywhere, and it is a happy thing to go to work in this autumn fragrance. We must devote ourselves to studying texts, consulting materials, writing lesson plans, and organizing notes, and when we figure out the teaching method, there will always be those eyes with anticipation in front of us. Lesson after lesson, never slack, day after day, and the cycle repeats.

Walk up to the sacred three-foot podium, hold the whip in your hand and point to the country, and build a bridge of knowledge with the chalk in your hand one by one. Find the learning effect of students from stacks of homework, have a silent dialogue with students through these papers, and write down words of encouragement or guidance in the red pen notebook.

Chapter 3 I am willing to water hope with the blood of youth; I would like to use my soul to light up hope for children; I would like to be in the dark for the children to grasp the direction. Please don't call me a candlelight, because the faint light is not enough to illuminate the direction of the children, and don't call me a spring silkworm, because it is not my dream to be cocooned. I am just a light in September, illuminating the journey of growth for children.

Embarking on the path of educators means that we are far away from a comfortable life, but it also means that our life will be full of warmth, the warmth from children, and this warmth is worth our heart.

September, as scheduled.