Time is like a song. 1 year is like a song, praising our beautiful tomorrow. Years have erased our good memories.
At our age, there are tears and laughter. If we really love fantasy, can we find the future trajectory? Once upon a time, we studied hard, but now we have nowhere to find the innocence of that time.
God, you said you wouldn't be partial to anyone, but why do you make people look sad and try to smile? When I was a teenager, I gradually understood what a woman was. What is dignity?
I want to live a happy life and be an independent person. Sometimes it's really not easy. This is something that everyone must go through. I like to raise my mouth when the last afterglow of the sunset should fall on my face, reflecting my different happiness. No one knows himself better than himself, and no one can replace our youth.
Perhaps, at that time, when we look back on our youth, did we also plant the pain of youth in that dazzling garden? Youth is a river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a bright future, and the middle is a faint pain. Whether you can find your own lifestyle.
What kind of attitude towards life can make you quiet in this world.
Which one of us is not an ordinary person rolling around the world? Life is a two-way street. Everyone has hidden humanity and needs to discover it by himself. Fading fragrance, many dreams are treasured in my heart. Countless times in the vast sea of people looking back at their young face. They clapped their hands and sang softly with tears. When they were young, the old moonlight was green and the lotus was fragrant.
Whose youth is not a big event, but a smiling face. Fingers on the keyboard, tapping the theme of youth. Spring flowers and autumn moon, year after year, grow wildly With them, our hearts beat violently in our chests. There is sunshine behind every dark cloud, but as we all know, there is strength behind every tear. Tear drops, glittering and translucent bloom.
Time is like a song. The cicadas in the afternoon make people noisy, the traffic is endless, and the prosperity and luxury of the streets gradually cover up the tranquility of the past. The willow branches were bent by the noise, sitting in front of the windowsill, slowly leaning their heads on the desk and opening the dusty childhood memories.
I remember at that time, cherry trees were planted in the alleys. When the wind blows, the petals slowly fall. I was only five or six years old. When I see the flowers falling in front of the window, I will run out like crazy, pick up the petals, break them and put them in my pocket. At this time, the owner of the grocery store will smile at me.
She likes to turn on the air conditioner and eat small fruits every afternoon, and the lazy sunshine shines on her shoulders. I waved my hand from time to time, trying to drive away the sunshine. Sometimes the flowers grow to the window, and I will try to reach them. Grandma will come and sit me down and start telling me some poems and history. Although I don't understand, I still stare at her intently. This quiet afternoon is exactly what I like best.
The most unforgettable thing is that at sunset in the evening, my mother got off work at that time. As soon as she came in, I handed her the apron I had found, moved a chair, sat next to me and watched my mother make me a cake. Always on time. When the sun is about to set, the oven will "ding" and the snacks will be baked. Until now, I still think the cakes in convenience stores are not as delicious as those made by my mother.
I often walk in the alley at night and occasionally buy some popsicles. It's cool and the heat of the day disappears.
Nowadays, for the sake of beautiful city appearance, cherry trees have become willows and grocery stores have become commercial buildings. In the past, the warmth of alleys was washed away by years, like running water, and the only constant was the doorbell that rang when I came home.
Time is like a song. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and blue; The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered; A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight. -inscription
Three years of junior high school passed in a blink of an eye. The scene at the time of registration is still vivid; The scene of military training, the scene of secretly eating snacks in the dormitory during military training is still vivid; The sweat that my friends and I shed on the field came last, which was her comfort to me; Memories are as warm as tea.
In the snack street behind the school, there is always our laughter and indignation. In the seventh and eighth grades, we often ate in this snack street during extracurricular activities. Go to the stationery store when you are full, because she likes collecting all kinds of pens and books as much as I do. So, after every purchase, we complained together, why we bought it again, there was no place for the pencil case, and all kinds of entanglements.
Under the vines behind the school playground, there are often snacks that we "steal" from outside the school. We chatted over snacks. Sometimes if you are unhappy, you don't eat, buy a bunch of snacks and hide under vines, faster than anyone else, and then go back to work with a smile.
When I am late, she always takes my stool off the table and sits in my seat. Go back to your seat after the teacher has checked my big group. As soon as I entered the class, she pretended to be a student on duty to help me carry my schoolbag. I will get to the position soon, and she will pass it to me.
Three years of junior high school have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have to go. But I don't want to say goodbye to you, and I don't want to say blessing. The best thing is silence, leaving dreams to the night, leaving our past bits and pieces to memories, leaving tears to the sea and leaving hope to the future. Let our past bits and pieces become the purest memories in the deepest part of our hearts.
In my impression, "slate" is a strange and illusory concept. In my heart, I never thought that I would go to this place one day. In September, 20xx, my teacher resolutely gave up the excellent working environment in the city and came here to teach. I invited several classmates to visit my teacher here, but in the end, for various reasons, my wish still didn't come true, which caused me regret in my life! Because a few months later, my teacher has left me ... it is my teacher's persistence in mountain education that makes me yearn for this remote mountain village. I really want to visit this village and see the schools there ... I must go. ...
Today, due to the death of a relative's father, I finally had the opportunity to come to this small mountain village and this school. Although the journey is long and arduous, the beautiful scenery and pleasant scenery make people relaxed and happy, which makes me forget the fatigue of the journey. When I entered the slate nine-year school, I suddenly had a vague feeling that I was deeply sorry for my teacher. Suddenly I saw the teacher's voice and face, and the teacher taught me earnestly. The campus environment gives me a refreshing feeling. The teaching building and dormitory building are bright and clean. The design and writing of the school magazine are clean and refreshing. Although the greening and beautification of the school is still in progress, every potted flower is placed in an orderly and pleasing manner. ...
Seeing all this, I suddenly realized: perhaps this is the reason why teachers are willing to give up the generous working environment and stay away from the noise of the city to teach here!
Now, the scenery here is still the same, but I can be a teacher ... I just wish the teacher a good rest! Years are like songs, and teachers will never forget them! Never forget the kindness of the teacher!
Years are like songs, and five gatherings do not mean the beginning; Dispersion does not mean the end. Without stones blocking the running water, friendship is far away.
Time is like a song, which sings the past, praises the beauty of today and blooms the yearning for tomorrow. Looking back at those footprints, the notes of memories jumped up. ...
I still remember the stupid thing my friend A Zi and I did on the first day of junior high school.
That morning, I went to school with her and happened to meet the head teacher at the door. I said, "Hello, teacher!" "She actually said," What an Lao Yang! " With that, her face turned red. I'm snickering. Next! The teacher also paused, and then left with a smile. Say that finish, I can't help laughing. She looked at me and pretended to be angry, and finally burst out laughing. At this time, the air is filled with the smell of happiness, and the ear rings with happy songs.
Another time, when we were in the second grade, we recited ancient poems together. I said I got one sentence and asked her to recite the next one. The first one I took was "My Middle-aged Heart Found its Way", and her answer was "Then sit and watch the rising clouds in Ran Ran". I tried to smile and asked her what was the sentence after "I will keep walking until the water blocks my way"? She said, "I couldn't help laughing and handed her the book. She smiled after reading it.
What a wonderful time it was then!
I am here, I have many good friends and many interesting things, which are the best memories of my junior high school life. Although I will be separated from my good friends now, I will never take the lead in being sentimental. I will weave these beautiful memories into the most beautiful melody, and let me lie in the river of years and sing.
Time is like a song. People often say: Time flies.
In my opinion, time is like a beautiful song, but it will be over soon! Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I recall the happy time I spent with my classmates and the good memories we had together! I remember three sports meetings. Students who are just unfamiliar with grade one will blush when they talk together. We are about to leave in a hurry for three years. I remember the tug-of-war and basketball match held in Xi Xue school at that time, the cooperation of one class and the competition with other classes. How exciting and unforgettable! As long as a goal is scored in the basketball game, the whole class will cheer and cheer for the goal! That's right. How happy we are! Although we didn't win in the end, our cooperation and unity are the best gains. Although we shed tears, we won't give up, because the word "lose" will never exist in our 90 1 class.
How sad it is to think that a big family will be separated soon! In this big family, we have bitter and happy memories! Every time something happy happens, we will laugh together, but when something sad happens, everyone will be unhappy! This big family embodies the feelings of our classmates, teachers and students in Class 90/KLOC-0! Looking back, the man was in the dim light! Even if three years pass like a song, I believe we will always remember each other! Let's ride the sail of time, even if we miss each other in a harbor! But I always believe that fate will meet me! Let the former 90 1, the present 90 1 and the future 90 1 never die out with time!
Time is like a song. You left quietly, just as you came gently. Four years passed quietly. In retrospect, everything seems to be yesterday, misty, detached, hazy and charming.
Open the heart of memory and go back to the day when I first entered school. On that day, the sun was as big as a bamboo plaque, orange and yellow, burning quietly. From time to time, there are several birds returning from foraging in the sky, flying in the sun, and their beautiful figures seem to be cut with scissors, which is very beautiful. Looking at the sky, I walked into this middle school with curiosity and longing.
Remember now, only miss. The curiosity at that time was vivid.
Look back at every footprint my friends and I stepped on after the snow; Pick up the fallen leaves in autumn on campus as bookmarks; Sitting side by side on the playground chatting, chasing and fighting in the afterglow of the sunset; Discuss difficult problems together and get red in the face. ...
Thought of here, a sweet lingering in my heart, for a long time can not be dispersed. But junior high school life is not only sweet, but also bitter.
I will always remember quarreling with my good friend, because we can't get along with each other because of a small matter. We don't talk to anyone. At night, I was walking alone on my way back to my dormitory. It was dark all around, as black as a piece of grass ice. The moon finally lifted the heavy veil, revealing her elegant and beautiful face. Silver light is shining on the earth, clear as water. Seeing this scene, I just want to share it with her. Suddenly, we had a quarrel, and a great sense of loneliness came to my mind, which made me breathless. As Cao Wenxuan said, "Loneliness, that bird has the sky of Wan Li, but it can't see the loneliness of any other bird. This bird flies in the empty sky and only hears the lonely sound when its wings cross the airflow. " I deeply realized the taste, bitter and astringent, and she must be very uncomfortable. The next day, we got back together.
A trace of the past comes to mind and weaves into a beautiful song. The name of this song is Time.
Time is like a song, but not in junior high school, not in your heart.
Time is like a song. Eight years in a hurry, three short years of communication, I wrote an unforgettable song.
Yes! Time is like a song, as Su Shi said: "It is raining at dusk. Who says that life is not short, and the running water in front of the door can still go west." Let's cherish this beautiful short time!
From that short, rustic child three years ago to a child who grew up three years later, I can't forget our profound friendship and my teacher.
I remember when I first came into contact with my math teacher, I always felt that there was a serious atmosphere in the air. At that time, I always thought that she was a unsmiling person and the class was boring. She has a rule that we are not interested in: we can't talk casually in class. If you are caught, you will be punished for one day. At that time, I hated her guts, just because one day when the bell rang, I shouted, "Class is over!" " "I was punished by her for standing for a noon.
However, with the passage of time, my hatred for her has long since disappeared as the years stand. It was a day after year, and I saw her comforting a little boy. She is completely different from when she was in class. Her face shows patience and gentleness, just like a mother caring for her children. I know she loves us.
Alas, time waits for no one. Three years is as short as a quarter of an hour. We will leave here with our respected teacher, the math teacher who once hated and loved.
Anyway, I think I will always sing this song of the years. She is so sweet and beautiful.
Time is like a song. The junior high school time in 1993 is fleeting, and I can't help but sigh that time flies. Looking back, smiling faces full of confidence and sunshine come to mind, echoing with songs about the growth of teenagers.
Time is like a song. I still remember how wonderful the first day of junior high school was: new courses, new homework, new classmates, new teachers … all strange faces, all new things. In the first day, we learned to make friends, and we learned to blend in; We have tasted the bitterness of military training, and we have gained the sweetness of persistence. We have grown up.
Time is like a song. Life in the second day of junior high school is painful and happy. On the one hand, the increasing workload and strict classroom requirements; On the one hand, it is the joy of campus culture and art festival and base trip. This stage is the golden age to cultivate elegant life interest and increase your extracurricular knowledge. Patriotic poetry recitation, campus textbook drama, campus group dance and "science package" have all enriched our campus life and brought us infinite joy. More importantly, we know what is collective and what is unity! Graduation wall, we are United and insurmountable; In cheers, through the wall of the king; At the birthday party, we cried and sang generously. Sing brotherhood in "Friends Walk Together for Life"! We have grown up!
Time is like a song. In a blink of an eye, there is only one year left from the senior high school entrance examination, and time takes us into the third grade. We felt the pressure from the first day of school. This year, what impressed us most were dozens of papers and inexhaustible materials ... This year, we learned a lot. We understand the cruelty of competition and the difficulty of going to a good school. For our own ideals, we have to make 200% efforts ... This is the third grade, and we are mature.
Time is like a song, it is like a touching and passionate symphony, with highs and lows. When we look back on the three years of junior high school, it is not only a sigh, but also our growth and the friendship, unity, strength and self-confidence we have practiced in these three years!
Time is like a song, an intriguing song!
Some people say that junior high school life is a hasty book. I think junior high school life is a song written by three years of youth.
Three years ago, we were just children who had just entered junior high school from primary school. With the yearning for junior high school life, I have to deal with strange and fresh schools, teachers and classmates. Everyone in grade one has a perfect impression. Although everyone's hairstyle and clothes are quite popular, everyone is trying to get along with everyone, and everyone seems to be bathed in the morning sunshine. Everyone is doing broadcast gymnastics seriously. The sound of reading in class is so loud and lively that everyone sits straight and seriously in class. There are always good students asking questions in the teacher's office. Although we are not mature in the first grade, we are missed.
The second day of junior high school is the first turning point in three years of junior high school. Everyone is in the embarrassment of transformation-unable to get rid of the naivety of grade one and the maturity of grade three. Everyone seems to be troubled by the rebellious period, and their temper is getting worse every day. Students began to quarrel over some trivial matters, and the voice of reading gradually weakened. Listening to the energetic reading sound and neat exercises of freshmen during recess, we seem to see our own shadow. No one will be as optimistic about everything as the first day. Some people sleep in class, and more and more people contradict the teacher. Some people even make plans after graduation and want to leave school as soon as possible.
However, this moment is really the time to finish school. There are only more than 90 days left in the third grade, and graduation seems just around the corner. Everyone felt the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination and the coming separation, and started a new round of efforts one by one. The exam is cruel, it can deny your tears and sweat for three years with only a few papers. No matter how hard and tired it is, it will only take more than 90 days. We all know which is more painful, effort or regret. Looking back three years, everything in the school is so unforgettable. The playground we ran together, the corridor we chased together, the dining hall we cleaned together, and the small bamboo forest we enjoyed the cool together ... Maybe these will become a sad thing in the past, but the memories of three years will always be engraved in my heart.
In the three years of junior high school, we spent our whole youth writing.
Time is like a song composition 1 1 "Time is like a song, life is like a river, the wind whispers in my ear, the sun rises and falls in the sky, I want to know what ups and downs …" A small Shenyang's "Why?" Sing the changes of time.
From kindergarten to primary school, and then to junior high school, we have spent more than ten spring and autumn, and laughter, tears and sweat accompany us every day. Seeing that junior high school life is about to pass, the future may be busy high school life, and maybe we will face this colorful but dangerous society in advance. Looking back, it seems that everything was yesterday and everything was in sight. However, the rush of time has taken us too much. It's time for us to grow up and mature. Let me see, in less than 80 days, we will leave school and face a new life. Looking around, the road ahead is a little bleak. I don't know what the future will be like, but every day of that past is deeply imprinted in my mind.
Flowers bloom and fall, sunrise and sunset. Sixteen years have passed. In these sixteen years, I spent a carefree time. It is time to think about the future. After all, we still have a long way to go. In these sixteen years, we have made many good friends, sincere friends. Without money and interests, how many pure friendships will there be in the future? In these sixteen years, we have left too much, although this is only a small part of our life.
Time flies like a song. Looking back on those days, the corners of my mouth will still rise slightly. Those good memories of the past are always flooding my mind. A lifetime.
Time is like a song, let's sing it gently. Time is like a song, let's listen carefully.
Looking at the quiet campus through the window, the trees on the playground are still bare. Throughout the winter vacation, she no longer had the ornament of classmates' laughter and laughter, lacked vitality and vitality, and time passed quickly. I have actually spent three years in this familiar campus. In the haze, my heart can't help showing a little depression and sadness. It turns out that this place that once made me hate, I will feel reluctant to part with it, because there are too many memorable things left here?
Three years of life is fleeting. Looking back on the past days, I can't help feeling a lot. In this ordinary place, I am full of infinite happiness. Every corner of the campus has left our bright smiling faces and scenes of fighting between friends. Three years, this short and long time, the days with friends will always be my most precious memory.
I can't forget the fun of throwing snowballs on snowy days, and I can't forget the embarrassment of getting wet by the rain. It seems that what happened yesterday is really hard to forget. Perhaps for me, what makes me deeply attached to junior high school is the exchange of hearts, the sincerity, warmth and enthusiasm of friendship. The days spent with friends are irreplaceable, because I always believe that the friendship between friends will never stop. If time can go back, how I wish time would stay at that moment and enjoy this rare love of classmates and girlfriends.
The dribs and drabs that happened in the school, like beating notes, dotted the seemingly boring life and played a unique track. Meditation aftertaste, the original mind has accumulated so many memories, from the first to the third day, I grew up unconsciously. In this campus, I recalled my ups and downs, and pieces of past events floated by. Although it is no longer a complete piece, it is still so clear, true, so warm and so happy.
Time is like a song 13. Time never stops passing, and I don't know when it will run out. The sunshine is not dry, and the years are quiet. It seems that in the blink of an eye, I bid farewell to my childhood and grew into a charming girl. Time took me to travel fifteen picturesque spring and autumn periods.
Time is like a song, the one that belongs to me, the rhythm is ups and downs, and it has been playing. The prelude spent the whole childhood telling a story, which was slow and meaningful. From time to time, there will be happy notes beating, and occasionally there will be a long stream of sadness.
In youth, the climax of the song came. Music is like an eagle that wants to spread its wings and fly, and it is also like a bird that just grows wings and wants to fly in the sky but can only fly low. Laugh unscrupulously, cry heartily, and don't give up even if you are desperate. Youth is the season of dreams. Youth has dreams. Let's chase together! Always be prepared for your dreams. The song of youth is cheerful and full of passion. It's exciting We play the song of youth, run on our own life road, try to fly to the sky, but fall to the bottom; I want to be smooth sailing, but I hit a wall everywhere; I want to be rich, but I am often surrounded by difficulties, but they all play like music without interruption.
Maybe I am not qualified to be a performer, maybe my songs are full of flaws when I make mistakes, but I have never given up playing irresponsibly, and I have been trying to rewrite the songs of those years differently.
At the end of the song, I shed my warm coat, slowly shed it, and then went to die. I want to rewrite the ending and make it extraordinary. I want to be a firefly, shining in the dark, like a bright star in the night sky, and will not stop shining until the end of my life, illuminating my sky with my own light, and writing the most perfect ending for my youth with my dreams come true.
Years are like a song 14 "Even if there was no agreement in the last life, we are all waiting in this life. Is it fate that the vast sea of people come together? Why not look down on the past ... "May interpreted the meeting with friends as accidental or inevitable with his unique voice.
Seventeen years passed in a hurry, and people around me went and came again. The years are seamless, and only the memory of him gradually becomes clear. ...
In the past, when he was depressed, he sat quietly beside you without saying a word; I used to sing when I was crazy, "Laugh like a fool for a day and want to see you laugh."
People who believe in tomorrow; In the past, he gently told you that "you have dreams during the day and you are in charge of dreams at night" ... past, past, and everything is past. Xi Murong said, "Days are like illustrations in a page. You have to turn them over when they are exquisite and beautiful. When the sun goes down, when the sun rises, there are some people who you think can be together for a lifetime, and then they will be separated from you. "
There are too many unpredictable changes and involuntary separations in the world. God only blinked in the clouds, and all the endings changed completely. Time flies, the city is ruthless, quietly burying light and sadness together. In this way, the past, everything in the past. Growth is the balance of longing and nostalgia. When the old friend left, the new friend came at once, and the balance didn't fall until the new friend became an old friend. People around me have changed from batch to batch, and the only constant is sincerity and touching. Close at hand, far away, that's all.
Time flies like water, but I can't forget the hasty meeting between you and me, and the past when we laughed in the four seasons. We have gone through life, but we still can't forget to look back and admire those two crooked footprints. ...
Time is like this, such as rings depicting the imprint of our lives, hidden or present, bright or dark, and like beating notes, woven into our ordinary and vivid life.
Time is like a song, like a song The song is interspersed with the joy of meeting, and the years are engraved with the sadness of wordless parting. ...
Time is like a song. 15 years is like a song, elegant and slow; Years are like songs, and passion is high; Years are like songs, jumping happily. ...
Time is an ancient and long song. It has a long history, bearing the world and disputes. He recorded and witnessed the events since the World War, the founding of New China and the reform and opening up.
Time flies, and ushered in a new junior high school life. This is a different environment and different people. Our height has changed, our age has changed, and even our classmates are no longer the ones who graduated that summer. Time can change everything. Time is sometimes like a desolate song.
Time is undoubtedly a changeable child. As time goes by, the primary school students who have been with us for five years will also be separated, which makes me very sad. But time has also increased my knowledge, which makes us very happy.
Years make parents' black hair draw out a silver thread, and they are no longer young. Parents form a warm home, but the years are not satisfactory, and they are determined to let their parents grow old slowly.
Time is sometimes disgusting. It always doesn't do what we want, but insists on doing the opposite, just like singing a song once and getting tired of it.
Years, are we really not satisfied?
If time can go back and the years can stop, parents will not get old and will not be separated from their classmates who have been together for five years.
Time is like a song, sometimes it sounds beautiful, sometimes it sounds elegant and long-term, sometimes it sounds tireless, and sometimes it sounds disgusting.
Time is like a song. Time is like this, and we can't change it. Therefore, we must cherish time, care for life, and always have a grateful heart, grateful to our parents and grateful to everyone around us.