A 700 word essay on campus life is a narrative essay at the level of the second year of junior high

What style What content There is no such style in American literature, and the level of the second year of junior high school is also very general

I've been 15 years now, and I've spent 1 2 hours studying in it, and now I'm in my second year of junior high school. Unexpectedly, time passed in the blink of an eye. In this second year of junior high school, I experienced ups and downs.

In this second and third class, I saw the spirit of unity and cooperation.

Let me tell you a secret! From the first year of junior high school to the present, our grades are the worst, and every time we are the last in the whole level, especially mathematics, because when we are in math class, everyone does not listen to the class and takes care of themselves. The squad leader sat in front of me, and every time I saw the squad so noisy, I told him to take care of it.

He always said that he couldn't control it, he couldn't control it. That's when I knew why. So I said to him

Well, as soon as you stood up and told them not to make noise, it was quiet for a while, and then someone said, "What are you doing?" Then you laugh, then sit down and continue talking. In fact, the biggest problem is that you can't even control your own mouth.

When I finished speaking, he nodded. At that time, I wondered, is there any way to solve this "problem class"? Hey, no way.

Another time it was that tug-of-war and I saw the unity of our class. I remember the scene vividly. I remember that Class 5 seems to be quite powerful, and it will take us a long time to tell the winners.

I remember it was the squad leader, Ah Biao. So we shouted together, and in the end we won. Although our hands were red and hurt by that hemp rope, we don't care, the most important thing is victory.

In the end, the principal announced the results and we won. The principal also praised us, saying, "I admire the unity of the three classes this time!"

Once, I had an argument with my good friend, and I cried and forgot what happened. There has been no reconciliation yet. This is the suffering I experienced in the second year of junior high school. Joining the third class is my sweet and sour.

What is a narrative?

Say goodbye to the carefree childhood life, pass away the carefree primary school life, with a lot of reluctance, with the expectation of the new school, I came to a new campus - Spanish Middle School, my life has turned a new page, my life has also turned a new page, the desirable middle school has opened the door for me and accepted you, many strange classmates will walk side by side with me through the long primary school life, will be with me for three years.

I was placed in the first year of junior high school (162) and came to a large family of 75 people. In this big family, I have tasted the ups and downs.

NOB, 1 – sweet.

My tablemate is a boy who is one year younger than me, named Wang Zhenyu, I have a special relationship with him, we sometimes do homework at a very long speed, because we have all made up classes during the winter vacation, so we can do everything faster than others, which is very happy for me.

nob, 2 – bitter.

I get up at five o'clock every day, memorize texts, I often lack energy, every day I open the book to do the actions that I am accustomed to every day, I don't seem to be under my control, I am like a machine, I take nine classes a day, after I come back, I have to do the homework of the day, although I am a little tired, but I never think about what the next step is, as long as I focus on the step in front of me, I will not feel so tired.

Nob ,-- spicy.

See how you do it? "The math teacher is threatening again, I said that I did something wrong, if it weren't for the fact that you are usually very careful, if you make such a mistake again next time...Let's go down! Alas!

There was criticism. But my teacher is still very amiable, and he won't forgive you unless you do it again!

In addition, I also became an English class representative, group leader, math to the teacher's homework helper, that's it, my friends have also become close from strangers, I also love to help people, so the popularity in the class is OK, my mother said that I love to steal the limelight, but I don't think so, everyone has the opportunity to play their strengths, and I am paying for the class. I am more valued by the teacher, I must study hard and live up to the teacher's cultivation.

I like the first year of junior high school, although I am a little tired, but the teacher's class is vivid and interesting, such as history allows us to understand the origin of human beings, let us see the exquisite and gorgeous ancient palaces, and let us appreciate the style of heroes galloping on the battlefield. We are immersed in myth and illusion, immersed in the development of events, I am suspicious, happy, moved. Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm lamenting......How vast and profound geography is!

He was like a great pilot who carried us to all corners of the world. Look at the majestic Great Wall, the endless rivers, the tall Himalayas, the beautiful cherry blossoms, and the Spanish bullfighting ......** Show us her beautiful dancing and mesmerizing music, she let us appreciate the dance of the four little swans, the ever-changing spirit of the thousand-armed Guanyin, and let us experience the poignant love of "Liang Zhu". Art allows us to appreciate the finishing touch of ancient paintings, let us see the exquisite paintings of the old man Qi Baishi, and let us experience the beautiful smile ...... of "Mona Lisa".

My campus life.

Everyone's life path is more or less dotted with some beautiful things, it may be a bunch of flowers, a ray of sunshine, or just a warm blessing ......On the road of my life, it is my campus life that renders the spring all the way.

The days of childhood are carefree, and the school life of childhood is innocent. Like a babbling stream, it flows happily, and there are crystal waves from time to time. The beating hearts, the smiling faces full of youth, weaving colorful dreams, composing sincere and moving songs.

Whenever the teacher appears on the three-foot podium, our hearts swim in the ocean of knowledge with the teacher, breathe fresh sunshine in another world, feel the foreign wind and mismatch, and enjoy a long speech. The recess was pleasant, with endless laughter and laughter, and the friendship and respect between teachers and students weaving notes fluttering in the air. When I was depressed because of the failure of the exam, the bright light in front of the teacher's window was on until late at night; When I encountered setbacks and was decadent and helpless, it was the teacher who tirelessly taught me to be a strong ...... in life

The fish frolicked in the water, and we played the music of the soul with happy notes on campus. Whenever I hear the song of the birds and the rustle of the leaves, walk along the path in the forest, breathe in the fresh air, as if the world is so clean that there are no impurities at all, everything seems so natural and fulfilling.

Looking up is spring, bowing is autumn, the full moon is a painting, and the lack of a moon is a poem. My campus life in the silent years has painted a picture of my life, and painted a colorful stroke for my blank life.

There are traces of time, leaving behind the traces of my love for campus life, let us create the brightest spot in our lives with this love in our hearts, and create a better tomorrow for us.