Ask for an essay 1 school life epochality my first year of junior high with a little flat 20

This new semester has a different meaning and feeling for me. Because this is my first semester in secondary school. Facing a lot of new things makes me feel both new and strange.

Among the many buildings on campus, my favorite is the large and spacious indoor sports field. In the distance, a huge red eaves are so eye-catching. According to others, this is the largest indoor sports field in the Seven Star District. It can accommodate thousands of teachers and students in the whole school.

In addition to the indoor sports field, there are also teachers' dormitories, canteens, small gardens and other buildings.

I was very happy to face the new class, teachers and classmates. Even though we don't know a few, we're all doing our best to make more friends. After returning home, we studied diligently and completed our homework as required by the teacher.

Among the many new teachers, the one that impressed me the most was the Chinese teacher. I think there is a unique style to her classes. The previous Chinese teacher focused on homework and practice.

Chinese teachers in secondary schools focus on presentation skills. During class, she asked us to express our feelings, ask questions if we didn't understand, and discuss and solve them with our classmates, not just to cope with the exam.

At the end of class, some of the students played to their heart's content, some gathered around as if they were talking about something, and some sat quietly in their seats reading books. These pictures are all ordinary for us, and all of this shows that we have changed from strangers to good friends, and we have gradually become familiar with the life of middle school and integrated into the new big family.

A new life has opened the homepage, please pick up the pen in our hands to completely depict the second journey of their learning.

Now the students are too unprincipled.

Go down on the dedicated **.

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Happy school life in the first year of junior high school.

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Time freezes every second of life, like holding an art exhibition, one by one, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.

Spend every day from sunrise to sunset, seeing that the clothes can't be put on, stacked in a box and become a lonely passerby.

Suddenly, I was calm and sober, and when I thought about it, I had already entered society.

Yingying smiling face, bright candle flame, in those years, I looked forward to the stars and the moon and looked forward to the birthday gift, still jumping and shouting to cut the big cake, becoming the "birthday star" in the sound of blessings. Still so naïve, so greedy, so smiling. Wearing famous brands, listening to popular **, chasing stars, I learned to catch up with fashion in those years, and I didn't even know why, I was very confused.

I thought I had a rare innocence, but I inadvertently found that the years of growth had made me too complicated, I didn't know much, my brain was not too sound, I thought too many things, and too many questions in my heart seemed to have blocked the door of innocence.

always uses his own sharp teeth to make things have an unexpected ending, so he puts his helpless parents aside, but he walks away regardless of it. Confronted his parents again and again, only to realize that he had a rebellious mentality. In fact, I don't want to leave too much sadness to my parents, so that I have no choice but to dye their temples white.

I never thought of apologizing, just for that blank and stubborn vanity.

The teacher's praise in the notebook has been regarded by me as a wise saying. I want to shout: "I'm a genius!"

But reason suppressed this crazy move. The free and easy face hides all this, and the mouth full of not caring actually cares. The so-called competitive me, in fact, can't afford to lose at all, so when I am alone, my pouting mouth and crystal tears are the frequent guests on my face.

In front of others, he always puts his smile so skillfully, and the seamlessly planned happiness is commonplace, but he hides the lonely and cold side in his heart, and he doesn't want to admit the barrenness.

Riding on Noah's Ark, I made a wish and made a vow in those years: "I want to study at Peking University, I want to study at Tsinghua University!" ”

As soon as he finished his triumphant rhetoric, he found that the boat had been knocked out of orbit by the wind and waves. There was a desire to give up, to let the boat drift with the waves, but a powerful force prompted me to grab the oars and row hard to the track and forward for that wish, for that vow. At that moment, I realized that in those years, I used to rely on my parents for everything, was always intimidated by difficulties, and bowed to difficulties, but now I have also learned to be self-reliant and self-reliant, and strive for the sacred goal in my heart.

In those years, I always felt that I had an extra burden on my shoulders, although I didn't know what was in the burden, but I understood that I also had a responsibility, and there were many things waiting for me to do!

Maybe I have become too much and know too many things, but the ship that has just set sail has no concept of running aground at all, the torch of youth has just been lit, and the road of growth has just been set aside!

Every day when the sun rises and the sun sets, I see that the clothes are not worn one by one, and I become a lonely passer-by with them folded in the box.

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.

Ikarugya, please forgive me.

Hours are particularly naughty, often buy slingshots to shoot birds, although never down. But the love and desire for birds is very strong.

There was grain stored upstairs in my house, and some of it was sprinkled on the ground because of the holes in the bags. When the living room door is open, turtledoves often come into the house to peck at the food on the floor. Once, when I went upstairs to get something, I saw a group of turtledoves eating corn, and when I saw people coming, most of them flew out through the crack in the door, but one turtledove flew into the side room, flapping its wings and hitting the window, and the head broke and bled out.

In its extreme panic, I went up and caught it. I was so happy that I couldn't catch a bird with all my might, and suddenly I realized that the upstairs of my house was simply the best trap. The windows in the side rooms are transparent, and when the door of the living room is narrow, the birds are bound to think that it is easiest to fly away from the wide windows.

I deliberately sprinkled some more food in the living room, opened the door a proper crack, and then I went to the stairwell and waited patiently. When the turtle dove was eating, I suddenly rushed up, and the frightened three turtle doves reflexively flew into the side. I quickly closed the door, and when they bumped around and fell to the ground with scars, I went up and grabbed them.

I asked my mother to cook turtledove soup for me, but my mother took pity on those turtledoves, and saw that I was in high spirits, so she didn't say much. I chose to drink the turtledove to death, and pressed the turtledove directly into a bucket of water, and its fluttering wings were grabbed by me, and I felt a very cool liquid from the turtledove's head into the stomach, until the wings no longer wanted to move, and I felt a long process. When I ate turtledove meat and drank turtledove soup, it was not as delicious as I imagined, but the struggle of turtledove before death touched me very much, and I couldn't help but feel guilty.

My mother's sentence "Because of your greed, you want other people's lives" made me determined not to hurt birds again. So, I went into the house and threw the remaining turtledoves into the air one by one, and watched them fly farther and farther away, hoping that they would forgive me for the hurt I had done them.

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