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Endless ups and downs, on this day of farewell are pouring into my heart ...... togetherThe colorful junior high school life is coming to an end, and looking back, everything feels like yesterday. Three years of junior high school life, endless ups and downs, on this day of farewell is about to be said, and ...... come to my heartJunior high school life is sweet. The three-year friendship between classmates is rich and mellow, and sweet is in the heart.
From not knowing each other when they first entered the school, to gradually talking about everything, sweet, like honey eating into the mouth, little by little sweet to the heart. We read, write, and talk together; We played basketball and soccer together, and we ran all over the court. Happy, everyone shares; Difficulties, bear together.
Happiness is like that! Really, junior high school life is sweet. Junior high school life is sour.
Whenever I fail an exam, I will hate myself for not being angry and cry tears of regret; Occasionally, when the teacher reprimands me softly, I will feel aggrieved and sad. However, acid is a sincere gift, and whenever I feel sad because of a bad exam, I will understand: grades need to be paid, and hard work will be rewarded.
Whenever I feel sad when I am criticized, I tell myself: I will do it myself, and I must never do it again. That's it, every time I feel sour, it will give me a warning - "Sour, I'm not afraid!"
Junior high school life is hard. For the ultimate goal, for the dream of the future, we need to put in hard labor. I have to get up at dawn in order to memorize it as soon as possible; I didn't want to rest at 10 o'clock in the evening, so that I wouldn't leave today's work until tomorrow.
During the day, there are homework assignments in "language, mathematics, politics, foreign language, physics, chemistry, and biology"; In the evening, I read by candle and night, just because tomorrow the teacher will check the homework. Alas, exhausted! Thinking about the World Cup on TV, I had to shake my head helplessly in the face of that big pile of homework.
Junior high school life, it's so tiring! The life of junior high school allowed me to taste the ups and downs of the world, as well as the flavors of the world. Sour and bitter but sweet, there will always be a reward for your efforts.
When I easily finished the exam paper and drew an end to my junior high school life, I looked back and realized that everything was so worth savoring. My dear junior high school life, goodbye!
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The bell of the graduation hall has already rang to us several times, and the end of the high school entrance examination also indicates that our junior high school career will come to an end, and it also reminds us to leave with our classmates who are good at sunset.
There are many reluctance in my heart, and there are remnants of memories of the past lingering in my mind, and scenes of old scenes echo in the depths of my mind.
I think of the homeroom teacher who often worries about the class.
In order to better manage the class, after being helpless, he picked up an angry wooden stick and hit the students who made mistakes because of their greed for play.
The fiery pain, the red and swollen skin, is just a lesson, hoping to evoke the deep perception in my heart, and the scars will be remembered in my heart.
He sighed and served as our subject teacher.
They are dutiful and loyal, and in how many hard and running nights, under the incandescent light, the hand-reading workbooks are being corrected, and the dancing pen is waved in their hands, and how many innumerable painstaking efforts are condensed into it. We must learn to be grateful, in recalling the times we have passed, the diary of laughter and laughter, I am dancing and flipping through it; The vigorous body on the field, the courageous struggle, and the tenacity of working together to move towards the first, what I see is the unity of our class. The talent show at the Christmas party, the laughter of everyone, what I saw was the harmony of my class, the wrong singing voice in the ** class, the physical fitness in the physical education class, and the laughter and chasing. In art class, we hand-painted colorful ...... togetherThese are the days we used to walk together.
It is said that there will be no more irretrievable in the past, but the memory image of the past will always be remembered, and the ruthlessness of the years has taken away many things, but I can't think deeply, I sealed the memory, because I was a classmate, and I walked through the end of a few seasons.
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Library. ”
didn't greet Li Pi first, and he disappeared after class.
Li Pi still replied behind his back: "Yes." But please change places and go to the pagoda at the back of the campus. ”
Hu Yuanyuan nodded.
Is Li Pi** a bad student? It's just that the test results are not good. Hu Yuanyuan had such thoughts before. Last week in the library, she became interested in Li Pi and deepened her own opinion.
In the library, Li Pi was reading a football magazine, and Hu Yuanyuan walked up to him and he didn't notice it.
Li Pi, don't look at it. Did you understand the week's lessons? ”
Hu Yuanyuan had no choice but to find a stool and sit down beside Li Pi.
After Li Pi finished reading, he patted the table lightly: "Wonderful! ”
What's wonderful? Hu Yuanyuan asked.
Hu Yuanyuan doesn't know anything about football.
Brazil is known as the 'Kingdom of Football', do you know Ronaldo and Ronaldo Jr.? I don't know? Ronaldo is a football genius and is known as the 'alien' ......
Li Pi spoke vividly. Hu Yuanyuan began to listen to the Arabian Nights, but then gradually listened to it, and was later attracted by the competition that Li Pi talked about. Later, she couldn't help but praise in her heart: "This Li Pi knows more things than me!" ”
Li Pi finished speaking, Hu Yuanyuan still wanted to listen, and the library was closed.
Let's go, I'll tell you ...... as I goThe two left the library and headed home. Along the way, Li Pi talked about the World Cup and the three major leagues of Italy, France and England. Hu Yuanyuan listened to it with relish, and forgot about the inspection of Li Pi's study for a long time.
It's been two weeks, and today I'm going to ask him seriously about his studies. ”
Hu Yuanyuan came to the pagoda, where Li Pi was waiting.
The pagoda has seven floors, there are a lot of miscellaneous trees and weeds growing on the top of the tower, and there is a sandwich wall in the tower to climb to the top floor. A few years ago, some students climbed the tower to dig out the bird's nest, and when someone fell down, the school sealed the windows with iron cables and issued an order prohibiting climbing the tower. In recent years, the school has grasped the promotion rate.
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