Speaking of these years, there are always waves in my heart and I am filled with emotion! It's always hard to say.

The old days pushed me on the journey of junior high school in cold blood. This road is difficult, bumpy and happy.

Learning-never ending

Entering junior high school means less free space. "Isn't it?" Indeed, leaving the ranks of the Young Pioneers, I entered the ranks of the Youth League. There are seven classes a day and three classes for self-study in the evening, and half the time every day is occupied by study. No more; Without the wings of freedom, I can fly into the blue sky again. Like a bird that gets up early and goes to bed late, it plays the same melody continuously every day.

As long as we meet any exam-mid-term, final, monthly exam ... it also means that our hard days are coming. Do two or three times more homework than usual. No, the Chinese teacher said, "Do two papers today, and then write a composition." The math teacher ordered the class representatives to hand out a batch of test papers; Without saying anything, the science teacher piled up a bunch of competition papers and kept "brushing"; Then the English and social teachers never let their guard down, and soon assigned a lot of homework.

We have long been used to these rounds of "bombing".

So we calmly packed up our "spiritual food", carefully calculated and arranged the homework schedule, and began to work hard.

Entertainment-also needed.

We have done our duty, and we have never forgotten our innocence. We also need happiness to live a full life.

Ten minutes between classes, turn on the computer, listen to music and cultivate sentiment; Do morning exercises and exercise; Talk about learning and discuss with each other; Play games and study happily.

We finally met a complete weekend, of course, we will not let it go. We will travel in large groups and meet to go shopping together.

At this time, we put aside all our troubles and worries and study-no matter. We will be the happiest little angels, capturing happiness and collecting happiness.

Let's put all the happy experiences with our classmates into our "life purse"!

Let happiness haunt us, let us spend our time happily, and let us finish our studies diligently.

Starting today, we should forget the sadness of the past and recall the beauty of the past. Only by stepping out of melancholy and sighing can we look forward to the future better.

As the old saying goes, "No pains, no gains" and "No pains, no gains". Looking around, farmers are working in the fields under the scorching sun, and their hard work will bring a bumper harvest in autumn. Yeah! Isn't learning the same? "Busy" and "effective" are the beginning of success, and "busy" will make you happy!

As long as you pay, life will reward you a lot. Although I am in a hurry in my studies, I will inevitably feel "sad" and I can enjoy my unique "scenery" without distractions.

In a long period of loss, I didn't hear the familiar voices in primary school again. It seems that everything just disappeared quietly in that tasteless summer.

I remember those days when I was running in the classroom and art room, and the progress was so slow that I seemed to have no trace of my footsteps. Recalling how easy the second class in primary school was, the teacher said that we had never practiced painting and calligraphy seriously, and then we all continued to talk about our respective topics, as if the teacher had never appeared at all.

Youth. Feeling is such a simple word, but it makes us so obsessed

The story of junior high school was washed away by too much paint, like withered grass roots thrown into the wind. The teacher in the calligraphy class asked us to attend the training on time every Tuesday, and then said that we would try our best to go on Wednesday when we were free. I don't know what happened to me. When I was in primary school, I ran between the calligraphy class and the classroom every day, but I was not tired of it. Now as long as I think of staying in the calligraphy class for five minutes, I will complain on time and want to run away at once. It's just that I don't know where to escape. Maybe everything in junior high school is too far from my imagination; I may run between the playground and the corridor all day, which makes me feel that I can't see myself clearly in my cell; Maybe junior high school life is black and white, which makes people feel obviously depressed. Maybe everything has gradually sharpened under the carving of time. I just want to find a corner of my own and breathe quietly.

I turned a corner and then had to sigh.

straight line

Think of the art teacher at that time. Xing Xing. Xing Xing.

This name, which has been recited many times, has a free and easy taste like sunshine.

Imagine yourself sitting in the art room of primary school again, gently setting up a generous drawing board, clamping a thin drawing paper, and then drawing a long straight line with a 2B pencil.

A straight line without endpoints. Just like the days when I met Xing Xing, it was so unreal that I can never remember when it was far away. Then I walked and walked, and finally lost my way in my youth, but I couldn't forget it.

In my memory, he said to me, "Today, you should be serious. Writing, drawing and painting ... "

His nearsighted glasses are brighter than mine, which makes my cheeks many-hued. I feel like a fool.

Everything is unclear whether it is flowers or catkins, dancing lightly or flying.

go away

I think I am an easily lost child.

I often look at the blackboard in the classroom for a while and then my mind goes blank; I often scribble on the copybook when copying, and then drop the words on the copybook to the number of people next to me. Always look at your favorite words and be the last person to walk out of the classroom.

I think time is always in such a hurry He always waits for me for a while. He always takes the subway again and again alone and goes to a place I don't know. I want to run with him, but I can't find the direction.

A dandelion is flying in the sky, dancing like an angel's feather.

I got lost on the street corner, raised my smile, and slowly beat through time to reach the nostalgic era. Then, let me lose time, bring my smile and wash away those grayish years.