Although it is a family of four, sometimes it will be a little foggy.
One day, the Prime Minister was cooking lunch. After coming home from school, my brother and I sat in front of the TV. Where's the president? He is polishing his black shoes. At this moment, the busy mother said, "Who can help me? I am too busy. " Dad didn't seem to hear, and he was still polishing his black shoes. My brother and I were watching the wonderful scenes of cartoons and didn't answer. Mom seems to be angry: "I'm not angry!" " I'm not eating alone! "Seeing that things are not good, I quickly went to help. To avoid a "storm". "
The calmest time at sea is at night.
That night, the President was reading the newspaper, the Prime Minister was knitting a sweater and people were doing their homework. At eight o'clock, the President wants to watch a football match and the Prime Minister wants to watch a TV series. In this way, they had an argument. On the calm sea just now, suddenly there was a huge wave. My brother quickly persuaded him. He said to the President, "Dad, the football match will be replayed tomorrow. Watch the TV series first tonight! " The "president" should also listen to the "people"! In order not to embarrass the President, my brother said to the Prime Minister, "Mom, you can rely on Dad tomorrow." In this way, the waves returned to their original calm.
This is our family of four. In this family of four, although there is often laughter, sometimes there are gloomy waves …
Junior high school life in the second day of junior high school is yellow, burning the midnight oil, we are dating with pen and inkstone, accompanied by the dawn, whether it is tree shade cutting or breeze blowing, are performing a gratifying and remarkable junior high school life.
After years, the teaching building has lost its bright colors, and the brisk music melody resounds through the vast corridor. What I often hear is the hurried footsteps of junior three students; What I often see is the book mountain of the junior high school teacher in the crack of the door-staying at home and not looking at the garden; I often think of innocent laughter and slapstick when I was a child. Unconsciously, the intense junior high school life filled me into the sea of Shushan.
The sun shines on the desk and blackboard through the window. Everyone at the desk is trying to write. Chinese teachers use beautiful Chinese characters to describe the firmness and self-confidence of "blowing noodles without Yang's love and softness, and describing that I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". Political teachers are eloquent: national spirit, socialist core values, financial crisis, superiority of social system ... the lineup is magnificent, a bit like Zhuge Liang's rhetoric and Confucianism. The math teacher strolls through the three-dimensional world: Pythagorean theorem, moving circle, moving point problem of quadratic function ... all deduce meticulous logical thinking. In the third year of life, teachers of various schools showed their 18 kinds of weapons in succession, and took out 72 skills to lead students to sprint the "third day" turning point in life.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The clock on the wall turned and turned. The rustling of the pen tip rubbing against the paper is the light and eternal theme of junior high school life, and the passage of time and nervous struggle are the most beautiful movements written in junior high school life.
Life in Grade Three: Today, I will embark on a new journey. This journey has a very heavy name: Grade Three. Although it doesn't have the horrible smell of senior three, it is enough to make us dying.
When I entered the third grade, I felt panic, hesitation, joy and disappointment ... all kinds of flavors were in my heart, but in the face of the first important turning point in my life, what I felt most was expectation. Next June is the battlefield where I gallop. At that time, see how I "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep sea." !
In the second grade, the students all said that "the third grade is to write more and learn more, which is not so exaggerated."
But I didn't know until the third day: "The third day is too bitter! I'm so tired in grade three! The terrible third day makes people feel that life is not life. " And the pace of learning in grade three is too fast. One homework after another every day makes me dizzy, just like falling into an abyss, and this is just the beginning, just the first step of the long March.
So the life in grade three is bitter or tired. As long as you endure hardships, resist pressure and overcome difficulties, spring is not far away.
At this moment, I feel like a group of conquerors, conquering a high mountain called junior high school. My retreat has been swallowed up by time, and I must stop moving forward, or I will be swallowed up by time. We walked for three years and finally conquered the mountain that crushed us. There was a sense of excitement when I reached the top for the first time. Later, I discovered that there was a higher mountain (high school) behind this dying mountain.
It's time to make a choice, whether to continue climbing and conquer it or give it up. I chose the former: keep climbing until I conquer it. Even if there are more difficulties, I will stick to it.
Perseverance, and finally made it to the senior high school entrance examination.
Life in Grade Three is full of happiness and sadness. The tense junior high school life has just begun, and my good days are gone forever.
In the morning, when you were sleepy, my mother knocked on the door of my room. After several struggles, I got out of bed, washed and listened to English. This is my life in grade three. Finally, my mother prepared breakfast. I barely ate a few mouthfuls of bread and drank a few mouthfuls of milk, and came to school with my schoolbag on my back. Life in grade three is very tense. On the way to school, you always have to think about English texts and notes after class. Hey! What I hate most is traffic jams. At school, the teacher said you were late. Hey! What a tragedy.
When I came to school, I saw other students making up their homework. ) I'm not secretly pleased to copy their homework. When I handed in my homework, the teacher came into the classroom with a murderous look in his calm eyes. "Give 10 minutes to prepare and recite the notes of the" demonstration "class." I said to myself, "This is really a painful experience for Ku Jin in the world. In desperation, I can only do this. "
At half past five in the afternoon, I secretly prayed that no teacher would stay. Finally, it worked this time. I flew from the classroom to the outside of the school, eagerly waiting for the bus. What faced me was the lessons and trauma that came back from the dead forever. Therefore, my life in grade three is tense.
At night, when you are eager to fall asleep, you can always smell the hot tea made by your mother. This is the life of grade three, tense and orderly. When you finish your homework, you are exhausted, get rid of that stressful life and find the fairyland that belongs to you in your dream.
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Life in grade three is tense and orderly. For me, the third grade carries too many memories, perhaps happiness or sadness. This past is like the sun shining on the earth and nourishing my heart.
Life in the third grade 5 Some people think that the third grade is colorful; Some people think that the third grade is boring; Some people think that the third grade is monotonous; Some people think that the third grade is happy; And I feel nervous in grade three.
After entering the third grade, it is no longer like before, when a large group of people get together, eating, drinking and laughing every day; Doing nothing every day, except playing or playing, studying or studying in the intense study life every day. I don't just want to play like the students in Grade One and Grade Two, but urge myself to study every day and study hard for the senior high school entrance examination next year.
After entering the third grade, we no longer ask our parents for this and that with the childishness of our children, just because we have grown up, learned to study hard and understood the painstaking efforts of our parents and teachers for tomorrow. Not only that, after we entered the third grade, our parents urged themselves to study after going home every day; Teachers are the same at school, no matter at school or at home, they can only study, except every day. Life in grade three is tense, but only by working hard now can you have a chance to go to a good high school and have a good life in the future.
For a better life in the future, for our descendants, for our parents, work hard for me!
The life time of the sixth grade in the third grade is gone forever, and the years are gone forever. I think there is only one word in the life of the second day of junior high school: cool. But I haven't had time to savor it, and now I have to embark on the journey of grade three. I have a fresh, excited and curious heart. In this way, the door of the third grade was opened. What will life be like in grade three?
Sour and sweet
I'm a stranger here. I am very sad. In retrospect, my happy summer vacation really passed quickly! In the face of strange environment, I want to adapt quickly. Find a seat and look at the deskmate. In fact, he is a man with developed limbs, but his mind is not simple. I can't afford such a person. Looking at the whole class, everyone worked hard. Alas, the third grade is like this. At this moment, I finally understand the suffering of ancient literati!
Sweet and spicy
One or two days after junior high school started, I was very homesick, but I immediately began to worry about my dormitory life.
I'm used to living with my hands stretched out and my mouth full of food. It's really not easy to work alone now. Even washing clothes is enough for me. Just stir it with a washing machine at home. Very clean and white, the effect is very obvious. Now I have to wash it by hand, but I still can't clean it after washing it several times, so I have to continue washing it. Finally, I cleaned up and felt that I could have a rest. Who knows that the waist can't fall down, and finally I have to post a "Wantong Bone Sticker".
The roommates in the dormitory are still very good, at least let me feel the warmth of home. If anything is missing, just tell everyone that dozens of samples are piled up in front of you, and you can choose. This is quite like the class spirit of the proletariat.
Now, the life of the third grade has gradually entered the right track. If you want to ask me what my life is like in grade three, I can only answer: "Life in grade three is delicious".
Life in grade three really flies. In a blink of an eye, I'm in Grade Three. Looking back suddenly, I have gone through countless spring and autumn periods.
When I first entered junior high school, I dreamed of entering the third grade, finishing my studies quickly and getting rid of this boring environment.
Grade three, what an important stage!
Life in grade three is expected. I have always dreamed of studying at night, but when I do, I feel everything is boring. I really want time to fly away, let me go home early. This is the feeling of my first night self-study.
But what can be done! In order to get into the key points, how can you gain without paying?
We hardly have any holidays after grade three. My favorite TV has stopped watching under my mother's warning, and I have no time for entertainment. Besides studying all day, I really want to have fun, but it's impossible. Looking at the children playing outside the window, I really envy them!
With bitterness, there will be wonderful. Every student has an inspiring "competition", fighting for the honor of the class, and more importantly, fighting for a better life in the future. But while competing, we will also help each other and learn from each other's strengths. Sometimes, we are "heartbroken" to solve a math problem. Sometimes, we will laugh and be ecstatic because of someone's words.
Grade three-a rich and colorful world, full of ups and downs, where we enjoy the sweetness, experience the sour, feel the bitterness, taste the spicy and experience a different wonderful life. This makes us more mature, richer, stronger, more beautiful and more lovely. Let's fight together!
Let's set sail and meet new challenges.
In the third year of "Bell … Bell", the sweet dreamland was awakened by the damn bell again, and she barely stretched herself. After doing something familiar with it, she came to school, and then she really woke up completely. So the day's study began.
One day's course is really overwhelming, and several major subjects are outstanding and go hand in hand, and none of them is to be outdone. Morning self-study has just played with A, B, C and D, and then there is a similar graphic challenge. In just ten minutes, hydrogen and oxygen formed a layer of fog around us. Density, volume and mass make us dizzy. Immersed in Kong Yiji's story, we haven't woken up yet, and the plane rectangular coordinate system has brought us into the maze. The avalanche of knowledge came at us together, and we couldn't help sighing: "Life in Grade Three is really tiring!" " "
Class is over, it's time to rest! No, don't be too happy. We will be greeted by piles of homework and exercise books. Even physical education class, our favorite place at ordinary times, is daunting to us. In order to meet the senior high school entrance examination, I often have backache when I go to physical education class. I finally had a self-study class, but I was overwhelmed by various review books.
The happiest time of the day is noon. After returning to the dormitory, we can have a good talk and then take a nap. After noon, the storm came again, and I fell into a fierce battle again.
The busy day has finally passed. After returning to the dormitory, don't even think about leisure. I have to continue studying with a lonely lamp, and I don't know when I can finally return to my lovely bed. Looking back on this day, it can only be summarized by busyness, but it is very meaningful. "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing snow?"
My day is over.
The sun will still shine tomorrow.
Life in Grade Nine Before we had enough of the warm sunshine in Grade One and Grade Two, we were put on the train in Grade Three. Before we bid farewell to the free birds, we must look at the desirable world outside the cage. We are a group of ignorant teenagers, with the innocence of childhood, learning to live a middle-aged life.
Our junior high school life is very boring. Every time we are locked in the classroom by the bell, the teachers don't know whether we are tired or not. They keep assigning homework and correcting homework, as if the single cycle has never changed.
Some people say that the bell in class is a signal of charge, but by the third day, this sentence seems to be the other way around-the bell in class is a signal of charge! I was having a class when I heard "What time is it?" "How long will it take?" This conversation, as long as there is one or two minutes left, is ready to charge. Only when the bell rings, the students walk faster than the teacher, but when they go outside, they find that there is nothing to play, so they have to bend down and go back to the classroom to chat with their classmates, and then prepare for the next class.
By the third day, we had our own secrets and spiritual goals for the first time, and finally found that it could only be the distant shore, which we always wanted to reach but could never reach. On the third day, while listening to the teacher in charge's exhortation, we quickly planned where to play basketball in the afternoon. On the third day, while lamenting too much homework, I had to carry that heavy schoolbag on my parents' heavy eyes-half awake and half drunk in the third day.
There is no plan for the third year of life, alas! Life in grade three is really not so good, but we have to live against our will. I'm suffocating with those questions every day. I really miss my carefree life. Life in grade three is too sad, but I must stick to it.
Life grade three 10 looked up at the sign in front of the class. Suddenly found that we have been in grade three. The seemingly dark appearance also shines with sharp light, leading me forward.
(early) morning
Next to me, a junior high school student who was as light as a swallow skipped to the school gate, remembering that he was going to be late, and wanted to speed up his steps, but he was forced to stop this idea because his schoolbag was heavy and there were a bunch of books in his hand. When I entered the school, I didn't have to check gfd because of the third grade. I sighed slightly in my heart, but I didn't know whether I was happy or sad.
Copying homework is still rampant, but it has improved. The efficiency of the first class is always the lowest, some write under the table, some are immersed in sweet sleep, some are eating breakfast that they can't eat in the morning, and of course some are listening to the class. As for the next few classes, they usually pass unconsciously, day after day.
noon
The mental and physical exhaustion of the morning has made my stomach growl. You can only peek at TV while eating. After dinner, I struggled painfully between reviewing and sleeping, and finally I lost my review to sleeping. Only in the third grade did I really feel the joy of sleeping.
afternoon
During class, the teacher suddenly came in with a stack of test papers and announced that he would take the exam. It was not surprising at all. After the results came out, no matter how the exam went, everyone's enthusiasm for asking each other about the results faded. Occasionally, when teachers read grades from high to low, they are always afraid that their names will appear behind them.
Rice, as if not enough to eat; Sleep, it seems that I don't have enough sleep, and my homework seems to be endless. This is my life in grade three. Although very tired, but also very full. I believe that as long as you pay, you will get something again.
Life in Grade Three 1 1 During the two years of my middle school career, I didn't make outstanding achievements, but my grades were average. Although I am not a hooligan who studies, I also play while studying, because there is no atmosphere for me to study hard at all ... So two years passed in a daze, and the night before I entered the third grade, I suddenly felt empty in bed: "What have I done in these two years ..."
When I entered the classroom of Grade Three, I felt a tense atmosphere: some students were reading carefully, and some students were still slapping. To tell the truth, I was a little disgusted with slapping students, and I didn't know what was going on. I chose my seat and walked over, feeling heavy. I've thought a lot-my father's instructions and my mother's expectations. They pinned their hopes on my shoulders long ago, but I didn't remember it until so late, but it's time for me to make progress. Although it's too late, I think it's not too late to work hard.
I sat down and looked at the familiar blackboard, desk and chair. They will stay with me for another year at most. I think it's time for them to make good use of it. I decided not to spell the words on the blackboard into the names and roles of online games ... I will not use the table as my drawing board, nor will I use the chair as a farce weapon. ...
When the sun rises tomorrow, everything in the past will disappear. I will work hard for that cruel "senior high school entrance examination"!
Life in Grade Three 12 This year is my last winter vacation in primary school, so I want winter vacation life to live a full and meaningful life.
Therefore, around the words "substantial and meaningful", I spent a tense and happy winter vacation. Next, I want to tell you some interesting things about my winter vacation.
On New Year's Eve, everyone in our family came to the square with all kinds of firecrackers and fireworks in their hands. First, we put some fireworks in a circle. With my father's command of "1, 2, 3", we lit all the fireworks fuses. After that, those fireworks sprayed beautiful patterns together, and some made strange cries of "howling", which attracted many people to stop and watch. After all the fireworks were set off, we watched the Spring Festival Gala again. In the sketch "Planning", the white clouds and black soil played by Zhao Benshan and Song Dandan are really funny. Let's roll off one by one.
In this winter vacation, I also read a good book-biography of Napoleon. Napoléon Bonaparte, the first French emperor, made France brilliant. Napoleon 1769 was born in ajaccio, Corsica, and he was quite calculating since he was a child. After becoming a general, he commanded the battles of Marengo and Austerlitz. However, his ambition swelled and he wanted to be emperor. So he launched a coup and finally ascended the throne. However, in the end, he was defeated in Waterloo and was locked up on an island by the anti-French Coalition forces. 182 1 On May 5th, a generation of heroes passed away. Reading the biography of Napoleon made me understand a truth: don't bow before failure, make a comeback, make a comeback, and don't be defeated by failure. Of course, in this winter vacation, I can finish my homework on time and in quantity every day. I also dig wild vegetables and visit relatives and friends. I really had a full and meaningful winter vacation.
Life in Grade Three 13 Once in a biology class, the biology teacher asked us, "Have you written down all the knowledge in the textbook?" "no!" The students said in unison. "Aren't you all computers?" I only heard the representative of the physics class at the back mutter, "Computers sometimes get infected with viruses ..."
In Chinese class, the teacher asked us to recite ancient poems after class. When I was walking on my back, I saw Dr. Feng's The Journey to the West. "The general of the Han family went to war", but I want to repeat it, so I recited "The elephant of the Han family went to war" ... There are more than one similar thing. There was an interview with Bian Que, an ancient prose writer, and there was a saying-Huan Hou, which made people ask questions. ...
After class, I turned to Xiaoming and said ... "I didn't expect him to stare at my hand and say with a cheeky smile," Take your chicken wings away, I can't afford them! "Well, a leopard cannot change his spots. You can't blame me ... so, after a few minutes, his arm ... he said, "hard ..." "Hehe, you asked for it. Nothing you can do can stop it. But after a while, he became alive and kicking again. Well, there's nothing I can do about him.
Once Dandan told me an online buzzword: it is not necessarily a prince who rides a white horse, but also a Tang priest; Those who have wings are not necessarily angels, but also bird people.
Life in Grade Three 14 Someone once told me that when he was in Grade Three, every day was monotonous and repetitive, just like a tape. A person rewinds the tape endlessly and repeats it infinitely, accompanied by flying gray test papers, a drying fan spinning overhead and endless summer coffee.
Doubtful nodded and took a hurried step. The same monotony, the same pain, often in the classroom for a while, wake up, see the teacher, and then with regret, continue to fight, like a gyro, constantly beating, faster and faster.
Looking up at the sky, the sun shone through the white clouds, dyed my face golden, and slowly became melancholy and sad. ..
During self-study, no one watched the class, and the familiar feeling was restored: the students were whispering in twos and threes, and Xiao Wei played three sets of gobang, listening to her laughter: four, three, you lost. Looking at the black, black, white and white on the chessboard, I have forgotten the most basic arrangement path.
Bread, there will be. So is milk. In two months, everything will happen. Say to yourself silently in your heart.
For the senior high school entrance examination, we were sweating in the scorching sun. Training, long jump, long run, sprint, sprint, crossing the midpoint line of 50 meters, tears in dreams and salty sweat quietly flow through my hard face. We are no longer lonely in our own war, and behind the throbbing cheers when we are tired, I forget all the reasons for cowardice.
My dictionary is no longer hesitant and timid. There is only one big word like blood: rush! ! !
When everything is over, looking back at the road we have traveled, every footprint hides hardships and pains. But at that time, we really understood happiness. ..
The wind messed up my hair, but it couldn't destroy our burning hope.
Life in grade three 15 time really flies. In a blink of an eye, I have risen from Grade One to Grade Three. Watching myself gradually change from a distraught child to a mature girl in the flower season, I can't help but admire the rapid passage of time.
In the third grade, everyone said that it would make a grade full of tension everywhere. Grade three, once let me yearn for, once let me fear. What I yearn for is to take a step towards a mature life. What I am afraid of is the senior high school entrance examination and the separation from my classmates. The third grade can be said to be a grade that people love and fear.
When I entered the third grade, I found that my life in the third grade was somewhat different from before. The tension is unprecedented. Teachers seem to be teaching faster and faster. My absent-mindedness in class has also become single-minded, and I don't want to give up studying for ten minutes between classes. After I got home, I ate a fast food and did my homework immediately. In the third grade, it really made me breathless.
Grade three, only about a year, a year later, the senior high school entrance examination is about to take place, and once again set foot on another turning point in life. When you enter the third grade, you must increase your horsepower and fully impact. Sometimes I really envy those students with poor academic performance, carefree, and it doesn't matter if their grades are good or bad. But I always review before exams, and sometimes my nervous mind goes blank.
Enter the third grade and enter a different stage.