Essay on the story of our junior high school students

I don't know when I have had something on my mind, a thin notepad has a small lock, I am more cautious in speaking and doing things, less innocent and impulsive in the past, and I have learned how to be careful when getting along with others. I don't know if the older people get, the more pressure they have to bear, and they can't do things as simply and smoothly as they did when they were young. As we get older, we don't indulge in the games of yesteryear.

When I was young, I was no stranger to us. The hook of the hand, a hundred years will not change, and it has long become a joke for us, and now we never dare to give people any promises, and everything in the past has long become history. In a sudden retrospect, I realized that all this had long since left you.

Yesterday I had an awkward fall with Yue because of a trivial matter, and I still kept a "distance" from Yue today, I know that if I fell out with Yue, it would not be possible to fall out like a child, this morning, and I can still go hand in hand in the afternoon to play together. As we grow older, we are no longer naïve and naïve, but gradually mature and grow. Self-esteem is also growing.

Sometimes if you do something wrong, no matter whose fault it is, you will not easily apologize to anyone. If you fall out, it will be difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other, and after a long time, there will be an extra layer of separation. "Time can dilute everything?

But can you dilute the conflict between me and Yue? After saying goodbye to Ming with tears today, Ming stepped on the train to the north, and since then he has been separated by a world, the so-called "it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet" is vividly reflected in this farewell only on the occasion, it is precisely because of the pain of parting that we cherish the reunion we have now. Growing up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, no one will stay for too long for an unnecessary station, it is precisely because of the pursuit, our best friends in the past are now separated, the good may be better in the future, and the bad may be like strangers in the future.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of first place in the class, and his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity was "an instant hit", but the city "bravely won" the "champion throne" of the penultimate place in the class. As a result, the city was demented in the class for a few days. Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, joys and sorrows and separations.

In the years that have passed in a hurry, we have gained and lost too much, and every smile of victory, every cry of grievance, has made us understand a lot. In the days with friends, we learn to be patient, when we are sad and cry, we learn to get up, and after the results, we learn to be humble. Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is a story written with smiles, tears, successes, and failures as the score.

The lights outside the window flickered, the stars in the night sky also blinked, and the occasional cicada chirped, occasionally a frog chirped, and I just felt so refreshing, so comfortable......In the classroom, the students worked hard, or acid-base salts, or binary equations, or Tang and Song poems, ......Suddenly, the power went out, and there was a cheer in the class, and I raised my sour eyes to let my mind fly for a moment.

We forgot what kind of September it was, and with curiosity and longing, we set foot on the pure land of the so-called junior high school.

We are well-behaved and obedient, friendly and kind, we call out our names in the maximum decibel with the childish voice of a child, and then mingle in a muddle. The teacher said that our laughter was very beautiful, and our smiling faces were very sweet ......

We always hold our cheeks, stare at the blackboard, and answer the teacher's question aloud, "yes" or "no". I forgot how I thought and how I spoke. We are immature, and we never think too much.

Rebellion vaguely remembers that September, we came together again with a sense of vitality and the music of youth.

Our steps seem to be faster and our voices are thicker. Inadvertently, we started an inexplicable quarrel, maybe it was just a sanctimonious math problem, maybe it was just a joke, friends always felt that there was a transparent film, and the teacher said that the film was called rebellion.

We started to sit upright, not forgetting to look at the blackboard, not forgetting to take notes, and the speed of answering was slow, because we were brewing the answer, even if it was a "yes" or "no". There seems to be a long thought process.

Rebellious, we seem to think a lot.

Steady and clear remember that September, we took firm steps, carried heavy bags, gathered together, in the eyes of the younger students, tall and chic, energetic; In the eyes of teachers, we are active and hardworking, shameless to ask questions, in the eyes of parents, we are sensible and obedient, calm and steady......

Steady, we do think a lot.

Remembering this whole junior high school, remembering every thing here ......The call, "The story of our junior high school students?" I said to myself, looking at these confident faces, I smiled secretly, in fact, everyone is a story ......