Junior high school graduation composition 1 I was in a hurry to enjoy the romance of junior high school. When junior high school came, I was caught off guard.
When the head teacher, such a thin little girl, stood on the podium and talked about a class with high morale for 45 minutes, I realized that the third grade was coming, yes, it was time to be serious, and I should believe that there were really strange things in this world. It makes me feel that anything can really happen to this terrible senior three graduating class, whether it is a miracle or a bad result, it will appear in BLACKPINK this year.
When my parents shortened my playing time intentionally or unintentionally, I realized that this bastard stopped playing in the third grade, and I was afraid that even being in a daze was a kind of enjoyment. But there is no way to do this. What should come will always come. What I can do is to spur my horse and fight to the end, to be worthy of my parents and myself.
9 years of slow preparation period, no cold window to study hard, no burning the midnight oil. Now it's finally time to kick off the curtain. I must say goodbye to my past laziness and irresponsibility.
Graduating class, I'm coming!
Don't complain about the times when people are not enough, and don't complain about the hardships of the process, because they can't hear it, and even if they hear it, they are indifferent. So, I am sober, I can only rely on myself, leaving only my best!
For myself, it is useless to waste time making plans, and it will only become a landscape on the wall, so everyone has everyone's habits, and people like me believe that they will tirelessly enjoy this anxious time, just as Confucius said: Knowing is not as good as being kind, and being kind is not as good as being happy. It is extremely important to believe in yourself and make yourself confident enough to go all out.
Every day when I never dance, I am disappointed in my previous life. I can't wipe away my tears until I am white, and I regret it. Race against time. Let's go!
Graduating class, I'm ready. What about you?
This year is the graduation season of our sixth grade. Approaching the big tree near the small fish pond, the tree became different from the past and became a wishing tree.
It's a small corner of the campus, and I don't pay much attention to it at ordinary times. This is no longer the case now. When we walked into that small corner, the first thing that caught our eye was a blackboard newspaper, which read in big letters "Flying Dreams-Graduation Season of Grade Six Zhilewa". Then there was a man next to him, with several white paper planes overhead. This person represents Zhilewa in the center, and we run against the rising sun.
What is even more exciting is the Zen painting with the theme of "Autumn Rhyme-Dream of Leaves". The students cut out two different leaves, round, oval and palm-shaped maple leaves, and fan-shaped ginkgo leaves, which read the good wishes of sixth-grade students. Sticking the finished work on the carton is a perfect work of art. Among them, my favorite is the work of my classmate Wang. The pattern she drew is very complicated, but there is no sense of repetition. The wish written on it is very handsome, and the box is beautifully wrapped with wrapping paper, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
The most unforgettable thing is the wishing tree, with sparkling wishing balls hanging on it. They are big and small, with different colors and textures, crystal mud, water baby, QQ mud, shiny colored sand and sequins. These decorations set off the fiery wish of the owner of the wish ball, which spreads its wings like a bird and flies to a higher, farther and wider sky.
Light your dreams, let the future fly, come on! Central Zhilewa!
Grade three graduation composition 3 spring, summer, autumn and winter, another year. Lost dreams are hard to find. Grasp the dream and cherish today's friendship.
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Graduation photo was photographed on the third day of this week, and another group of students are about to leave their alma mater. I have a smile on my face, but I don't know how excited I am. Three years in junior high school, if the dream is fleeting. In a blink of an eye, our junior high school life is over half. Looking back, how many past events come to mind. ...
After six years of primary school, I don't pay much attention to the friendship with my classmates. Therefore, I didn't know the pain of leaving until I graduated. After entering the gate of junior high school, I began to miss my first teacher, former classmates and familiar campus; Looking at graduation photo, I realized the value of friendship like a dream.
I wake up from my dream, and it's hard to come back with my lost dream. Today, I attach great importance to my relationship with my classmates and my friendship with them. Because, I know it will be our turn again soon. ...
The shadow of the bird, passing by the window; The outline of the bright moon is beside the mountain.
Lost dreams are hard to find. Grasp the dream and cherish today's friendship.
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The graduation composition of grade three dried the paper full of handwriting four times, but did not dry those simple memories.
We are all in Grade Three in June. That year, we were used to getting up at dawn, washing our faces and brushing our teeth sleepily, and being lazy …
Curse the hateful education system while walking, counting the time from Sunday; ... I should have read in the morning when I went to the classroom, but I hurried to the toilet when the teacher checked people. When I come back, I will sleep on my desk, and then continue to sleep ... I am so sleepy in class that I want to sleep as soon as the bell rings. I piled the books high and pretended to read with my head down, but the moment my head was on the book, I fell asleep peacefully. Even in winter, I feel warm when I sleep. After waking up, I watched the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination and washed my face helplessly with cold water. Look at the curriculum, Chinese, math, English, politics; I just don't have my favorite sports; I'm going to read novels in Chinese class and have a good sleep in English class, and I won't listen to that rascal. We are all in Grade Three.
I like to write my vows of youth on the table, write my helplessness on the wall, go to sleep quietly when the bell rings, throw two basketballs on the playground when eating, put on headphones and listen to some favorite songs before going to bed when taking a nap, ... read magazines and newspapers that I haven't read for a long time, stand on the balcony and watch boys and girls passing downstairs, and make wanton comments. I like a group of friends to pee together and vent themselves. I like to meet someone I like deliberately and unexpectedly at the stairs; We all miss the third grade.
We can spend an evening studying a math problem, and we can forget the bell for asking questions after school. I'm afraid of every exam, but I look forward to every exam and I'm afraid of the results, but I look forward to the results. I pretend I don't care about my grades. I just look at them again and again when no one is around, and then silently think that if I don't make progress in the next exam, I won't work hard again. However, regardless of progress and retrogression, the sweat of hard work has never stopped flowing; We all miss the third grade ~ we are used to getting up at 6: 00 in the morning, going to school at 6: 30 in the morning, laughing on the way to school, and we are used to not leaving after school at 10: 00 in the evening and washing clothes at night!
In a blink of an eye, we left the bitter days of the third grade, and all the habits became so unaccustomed. I thought my youth was released at the end of the third grade, and I thought I had ushered in another spring of my life. However, we often think of the days of grade three, want to go back to the classroom of grade three to see the sweat stains left by ourselves, want to go back to the classroom of junior high school to see the blackboard full of homework, want to go back to the dormitory of grade three to see the dog "nest" where we used to sleep, and want to go back to see the blackboard posted on our back wall; I want to go back to the third grade classroom and listen to whether the youth vows under the blackboard are lingering. I want to meet my friends who walked through Black June together. I want to meet my deskmate who can't bear to wake you up from your sleep in class. I want to see the campus full of our laughter. ...
Now we are wasting our youth in our respective campuses. Looking back on the third grade, there is always an impulse to cry. Senior three in the past will always be the best memories of youth in our hearts. Well, who ... remember! I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. I'll give you another sentence-every day without dancing is a disappointment to previous lives ... when I was in junior high school, I didn't even dare to think about it. The bitter thing is not that I lived those years, but that I no longer have that kind of life. Former classmates, former teachers and former campus have faded away, leaving only that imperfect memory.
It's rainy when I miss you. Let the raindrops flow with tears. Memories erode my heart at will ... Where are you? Are we playing everywhere now? We agreed to go out to party after graduation, and now we have gone our separate ways. We were crazy together in those years, and we walked together in those years. Now people are separated, but our memories are not chaotic. ...
I graduated, so I never went to that shabby playground again. I graduated, so I never went back to that class. I graduated, so I never quarreled with my deskmate again.
I still remember walking in a row on the playground together, pointing and telling all kinds of jokes. There will always be the first person who laughs until tears come out, laughing at each other's jokes, and I will always walk hand in hand with you, as if the world belongs to us, even though there is only such a big place. I still remember that when I was sleeping in class, my deskmate helped you watch the wind. Perhaps, the inexplicable existence of deskmate has already entered my heart unscrupulously, and even when I am quiet, I will think of those trivial pleasures. In the darkness, the last light flashed through my own shadow, which I let go at will. Girls and boys always squeeze out of the classroom and rush into the toilet together, haha, class may become different extremes.
In those years, those people.
The youth we squandered together.
Those petals fall into the fragrance soaked in soil, and the cardamom of those years is buried in the photo.
Those years decorated with floating dust, those floating dust decorated with years
Chaos, the reincarnation of generations, to the place where we used to be together.
The past remains the same, and the morning light floats around, dedicated to you who accompanied me through this most beautiful memory.
In those years, you accompanied me crazy. During that time, you wrote down your footprints, the longest fetters and the simplest feelings. ...
There will always be a day of difference, just like a kite will always fly away, but its thread will stay where it is, and we will always part, but we will never forget the smile when we first met it.
Goodbye, now. Farewell to the future.
But this heart distance is only the beginning.
You are my life! The most important memory! ! !