1 composition has many tests and papers, as well as tiring physical training and physical examination, all of which are specially marked for level 3. We are struggling in this group that is about to graduate and face the senior high school entrance examination, sweating like rain for being admitted to the ideal high school. Many stories happened in our struggle, and many things taught me a lot.
There was a sports simulation exam, and my long jump and solid ball scores were not very good, only the last kilometer was left. We are preparing for a showdown. However, the wind was so strong that people dared not open their eyes. We braved the strong wind and ran on the runway to prepare for the fierce race which lasted only three or four minutes.
The teacher shouted "get ready" and we got off to a good start. At the moment when the teacher shouted to run, the whole group rushed out against the strong wind, and no one had the speed of an arrow as expected. Soon, Ke Wei Yao finished the first lap first. We chased after him, gritting our teeth and facing the strong wind. In the cheers of girls, we rushed into the straight, and everyone's physical fitness entered an adaptation period. They are panting, their legs are as hard to move as lead, their bodies are stiff and their arms are difficult to swing. Oh, there is another gust of wind. In the gale, I vaguely saw Ke Wei Yao. I'm going to catch up with him. I thought I would continue a straight road after this painful tug-of-war. Ke Weiyao and others and I were crowded in the corner. There's another gale. Because Ke Weiyao and others are in the inner road, I am in the outer road, and I grit my teeth and accelerate from the outer road, surpassing everyone! "There are still 600 meters left, which may be surpassed at some time, but I fought hard and won the first place, so I am satisfied ..." I thought to myself. Everyone survived the physical adaptation period and entered a stable stalemate stage. I ran for 2 minutes and 08 seconds in the first 600 meters, and I was still the first. I am secretly glad that I have the courage and all my physical strength to catch up with others when I encounter strong winds. It was really the heroic battle of the two armies that won! The second one behind has been replaced by Liu Xinyang, who is just like me chasing Ke.
The deadlock has passed, and the wind has dropped a lot. The remaining 200 meters is the last chance to sprint. I don't know who blew the horn of the sprint with a strange call At the last 100 meter, I was overtaken by Zhou, Liu Xinyang and Song Crystal in succession. Not to be outdone, I rushed forward with all my strength. As expected, Zhou and Liu Xinyang won the gold medal and the silver medal respectively. I played several rounds with Crystal Song in the last 50 meters, and finally opened the gap of 1 second with my 3 minutes and 44 seconds and his 3 minutes and 45 seconds. 1000 meter race came to an end at this time.
I felt a lot in this competition. If it weren't for the strong wind, I might not have surpassed Ke Weiyao, and I wouldn't have won the third place in my class. This also reminds me that the third grade is the end of junior high school life, but it is a new starting point of life runway. We set out in the wind, we accelerate, we sprint, and we learn to make our own voice in the life of grade three: the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, and I can fly without hindrance!
The third grade composition 2 shook hands once, clearing the gap between the frozen years; A handshake melted the ice in the snow and ice; A handshake dispelled the jealousy of a child with low self-esteem, and the isolated soul was reborn. Since then, slim life has a bright direction, and it is no longer a person who has lost his compass and detector and walked alone in the foggy sea. In that handshake, she saw the dawn of life and rekindled the flame of hope for life.
She has always been a person, standing alone in the sunset-the last gorgeous scene on the horizon, hanging together inseparable. Looking at Hua Shan's narcissism, she once felt sorry for herself. Guys, how I hope your sky can accommodate the next little me! Even a smile and an approving look are enough to make me feel gratified. She prayed silently in her heart.
On this day, she came to school, still standing alone, staring blankly at her friends playing on the lawn not far away. Her envious eyes never reveal a trace of extravagant hope, but they have endless hope.
A strange female teacher approached. She smiled and asked the girl, classmate, why don't you play with your friends?
She lifted her childish face and looked at the gentle and considerate teacher, and her heart suddenly shocked-it was a silent surprise!
However, the girl turned to go, and the teacher took her hand; The girl looked back, her eyes full of bitterness and inferiority. The teacher smiled and said kindly:
Nice to meet you, this classmate. Can I make friends with you?
The girl's lips trembled slightly as if to say something, but the poor girl couldn't speak at all.
Hehe, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The beautiful young female teacher gently stretched out her right hand, gently held the girl's hand and said, it's an honor to come to this school and make your first lovely friend.
The girl looked up again. What she saw and felt was not only a simple smile, but also an approachable gentleness. What she sees is the other side she has been looking for in the vast fog; What she felt was the warmest and most beautiful sunshine. As if dawn broke through the night and the sun shone on the earth. It was a gorgeous morning light, a ray of hope reflected in the morning light.
The girl accepted the teacher's warm handshake. She smiled, finally smiled, and for the first time in her life, she smiled sincerely-it was a bright smile that rekindled the flame of life.
Recently, I always think of your dog.
I remember I ran over your dog because of your father's mistake. Your sister was crying at that time, crying her eyes out. It's a pity that your lovely and gentle dog finally left you. To apologize, your father immediately bought another one. That has been with you until now. That lovely dog, although I don't know these dogs, I can see that this one is the same breed as the one that died. Later, you were as close as ever, although I don't know if you are a nostalgic person and will miss the dog that left you at the beginning.
But I can see that you like the later dog. At least, the later dog was lucky enough to walk with you, but the previous dog didn't.
That day, downstairs in your house, your dog wagged his tail and looked at it with a smile, thinking, you can't be bad!
You can let go of dogs. You can choose any dog as your pet and love it instead of picking it over and over again. I wonder if you can do the same when you choose the other half. If one leaves, you can start a new relationship immediately on the day of breaking up. I hope not. Even in the end, we didn't even have a chance to know each other or even say hello, but I still hope you are a loving person. At least, I won't hate myself for being wrong.
Your dog is so docile, they are both. What kind of temper do they have under what circumstances?
Hey, WH, you can't be bad. Even if you don't belong to me in the end, I don't belong to you. Your image in my mind is still good!
The older Mu Zi gets, the less he talks. It's also dawdling upwards. With the girls in Mu Zi's class, Chiguoguo is a cold male god! Then it was named "Ban Cao". To this, Mu Zi used sleep to express his silence. The class teacher saw him sleeping and turned a blind eye. After all, he can't get any grades, so he can say anything.
On the other hand, the relationship between Mu Zi and Zizhi is: Who is he (she)? I don't know. Except for Zizhi's best friend who knows that their relationship is unusual, everyone else has a face I don't know. Their most overlapping moment was when Zizhi begged Mu Zi to buy the goods of the goddess. At this moment, Mu Zi is really upset. What's so good about male gods? Thousands of miles away, I chased her every day, but I didn't see the male god know her. Even with a grudge in my heart, I resigned myself to running errands for her, and then took the opportunity to touch her head like a child when she was ecstatic with the goddess' goods. At this time, Zizhi is like a fried cat, chasing Mu Zi while holding the goddess' articles. Still muttering: "Mu Zi! I can't kill you if you come back to me. Don't you know that touching your head won't grow taller? You are tall and reasonable, aren't you? " When Mu Zi's back was no longer visible, Zizhi smiled like a cat that stole the smell. This fool doesn't know that I haven't paid back the money? Never mind, as compensation for bullying me.
Xixi always keeps repeating a sentence in Zizhi's ear: Zizhi, I really envy you for having such a good bamboo horse. Then the stars watched Mu Zi dozing off by the wall. Zizhi rolled her eyes and looked gorgeous: "You can chase after it if you like. What's good about his sleepy face all day? " I'm still handsome. Look, this is the pen I just bought. It is the same as the male god. In my heart, the male god is the most important! "Xi Xi wanted to tell Zizhi that her fantasy of male gods was unrealistic. But in the end, I kept my mouth shut. Because I know that Zizhi will really fall out with herself because of this male god. She has liked this male god for three years. How deep love is, only she should know.
Now, I understand that not all love will become helpless;
Now, I understand that young me is not suitable for vigorous love;
Now, I understand that all those who say good things are not necessarily friendly to you;
Now, I understand that only my mother will give me the most selfless love;
Now, I understand that I am not uncharacteristically quiet;
Now, I understand that giving up is also a kind of love;
Now, I understand that simplicity is also a form of life;
Now, I understand that getting drunk is not something I can't let go of;
Now, I understand that sadness is not necessarily because of love;
Now, I understand that the bleak wind is not necessarily in autumn;
Now, I understand that carelessness is also a kind of cuteness;
Now, I understand that my so-called love is only the normal mentality of adolescence;
Now, I understand that indifference does not mean rejecting everything;
Now, I understand that you don't have to listen to love songs when you are sad;
Now, I understand that there are not many redundant explanations;
Now, I understand how precious it is that I have Daqian and Da Yue.
Now, I understand that happiness doesn't have to be loved;
Now, I understand that I should study hard and look forward to the future. ..............
Thank you for letting me know that giving up is also a kind of love;
Thank you for letting me know that failure is also a blessing;
Thank you for letting me know that owning is also a kind of sadness;
Thank you for letting me know that indulgence is also a bad thing.
Nothing is eternal; Nothing can't be let go;
Calm down and cherish everything now,
Proud, but also have their own attitude!
Standing at the corner of life, just as I was about to hit the dark wall and walk into the trough, your guidance made me see the light again and regain my confidence.
In spring, everything is new. In that season, I was full of sadness because I failed to turn over the rocks of previous exams. The sky is foggy and my heart is full of gloom.
You seemed to see my displeasure and took me to the suburbs. I sat in the car like an idiot. I have no intention of enjoying the dazzling flowers outside the window; I'm not interested in listening to music in the car. My heart is blocked by something, and my mood is very heavy. It will arrive soon, get off, and you and I will walk side by side on the edge of the flower field. All kinds of flowers are competing for each other, and those weak flowers are as weak as me. My heart is in a mess, but the moving scenery in front of me can't touch my heart.
You put your hand gently on my shoulder and said softly, "Why do you always have to make flowers?" If you can't make flowers, you can make mud! Learn to let go, can let go of everything, can pick up everything. When others are scrambling to see the sky, the scenery around you is actually beautiful ... "At that moment, my heart suddenly became so light, and my previous worries and sorrows were shattered and dispersed by the words just now.
At that moment, I saw the lazy sunshine fall on everything like broken gold. The stream is sparkling with microwaves, like a dazzling mirror. The soil permeated with yesterday's dew is so fragrant that I seem to sleep soundly in a brown color. The blue sky is so close to me that it seems to hold me in my arms; Clouds like cotton candy seem to haunt me all the time. Close your eyes, the air is so sweet, I am in the ocean of flowers; My body is so light that it seems to be carried to the sky by clouds. ...
The mist disappeared around the corner. Walking through that corner, I put everything down and understood everything. Walking on the street corner, the sky is so blue and everything is so beautiful!
In study and life, she is a competent and strict teacher. In order to make us learn better and more solidly, she spent a lot of thoughts: let students play characters in classical Chinese, help each other in groups, and have clear rewards and punishments, and encourage the class to welcome a new head teacher: Teacher Zhou Xiaolan in the first semester of Grade Three.
The first time we met was during military training. I remember at that time, we often gritted our teeth and trained. Although there is no emotional foundation with us for the time being, she often silently supports and cares for us behind our backs. Although she is not that tall and slightly thin, when we climbed the graduation wall, we sneaked into the crowd and held our hands from beginning to end, for fear that some students would fall from it.
Dictation is often done, and if you make mistakes more than twice, you will be hard of hearing or fined. I think, if it is other teachers, they usually assign tasks and never check and ask in person. But she will read it carefully every time and may tell you something after reading it. Teacher Zhou is like this, Yan. If she is not strict with us now, it can only be said that she regretted it on the day of the senior high school entrance examination.
In after-school life, she is a good friend, a cotton-padded jacket and a key to a heart lock. Sometimes, when you are tired, you just want to stop studying and have a rest. She is like your relatives, quietly looking for your suffering. Then, she will be a bright light on your road, faint and blurred but timely rain. She often said: Although the third grade is bitter, we should learn to enjoy it, so that life will be colorful. Children, parents and teachers will always be your strong backing!
Teacher, it's not that I don't like you, but because of my Chinese grades, I seldom talk to you and seldom come to your office! I always feel guilty and can't get it back. Actually, I don't know how to express my affection for you. It's complicated and subtle! Remember last year? You are the first and last teacher to share my 14 year old cake! When I put forward this idea that day, my mother called me stupid! But I just want to.
Every effort you make at ordinary times, we all see it in our eyes and keep it in our hearts. Don't think that your silence can hide your love for us! Our composition level needs to be improved. You bought a lot of composition books for us to read. In order to make teachers teach our lessons more attentively, you carefully selected comfortable chairs for them; In order to keep us from taking so many detours, you often give us reasons; In order to express your true feelings for us, student reports, you write your heart one by one, 49 reports, 49 reports, your hands are sore! You must be shaking! All this is in the eye! Even if they don't know, I know!
Please allow me to bury the past with silence. I come from the sea and live in seclusion in this desert. What I should hide is always clear and a thousand words. Love is a superstition of being in the right place at the right time. Oh, there you are. You didn't come this morning. I heard from Liao that you were ill. I don't know how unhappy I am, as many students in my class know. They did very well today! The prefect came four or five times, and the whole class was almost silent! She said happily, we really flew!
Teacher, I hate you! Why did you leave without saying anything, just silently! Do you know how sad this will make us? They don't know yet, but I learned the news tonight! When I got home, I was speechless! Don't tell me when you leave! We are like abandoned orphans, leaving behind loneliness and sadness! I believe your heart is not much better! But I don't think it would be better if you told us earlier and learned to suffer as you said. !
What is left to me now is: laughter, cheers, a hot atmosphere but a cold heart. I can't wait. If the lights are turned off, people will get bored! Love you is eternal!
As soon as I entered the classroom in the morning, I felt an atmosphere that was not quite right. Everyone's heads are buried very low, and restless eyes are not staring at textbooks, but exchanging opinions from time to time. Teacher Wang stood on the podium with a solemn face and two or three pages in his hand. I slipped into my seat and elbowed my deskmate: "What happened?" The deskmate pointed to the back without looking up. I looked back and saw that Shen Jia's seat was empty. She's sick? I guess, at the same time, I think she is too silent, and she hardly says more than five sentences every day.
Miss Wang suddenly cleared her throat, which was the prelude to her speech. "Classmates, I don't explain anything now. I just want to explain this belief left by Shen Jia and then listen to your thoughts. "
I looked up curiously.
"Miss Wang, classmates, I know that I am a very annoying person, and everyone doesn't want to talk to me, but I have no other way to think about it. I have to leave ... "I was taken aback and didn't understand why she had such an idea. Nobody talks to her. Oh, maybe, but everyone thinks she doesn't like playing with others!
"Yes, I played a very bad role in the class. In class, whenever I answer a wrong question, I feel uneasy and blush. I stood alone in my seat, watching my classmates bow their heads and try to hold back their laughter, but no one wanted to look up and give me an encouraging look. That kind of taste is really unbearable for me ... "
"Oh, my God!" The deskmate exclaimed, "People don't look at her because they are afraid of her embarrassment. Who will laugh at her! " I agree to nod. I can't see that Shen Jia, who sits down calmly after answering the wrong question every time, should have such a strong psychological reaction.
"Remember that English speech? No one knows how much courage I have mustered and how much effort I have made. No one knows my nervousness and anxiety on the stage. Maybe I am really bad, but I only pray for a little applause, but there is nothing, nothing. Am I that useless? ……"
I began to change from surprise to anxiety, just clapping. Why am I so stingy? Everyone knows that Shen Jia's speech was unexpectedly wonderful, but can all this be attributed to the fact that we have no habit of clapping in our boring class? I was lost in thought, and before I knew it, the letter was over.
"... today is my fourteenth birthday, and I want to say goodbye to you in this lonely festival that belongs only to me. Maybe I'll transfer, maybe I won't go to school again. In short, this annoying figure will disappear from everyone's eyes. "
After reading the letter, the classroom was silent. Under this silence, there is clearly an undercurrent of agitation, which is the shock of every soul.
The monitor stood up: "teacher, we will get her back." We know what to do. " Yes, everyone knows what to do, but it seems that everyone has forgotten to do it. Sensitive Shen Jia reminded us with her wounds that every member should be integrated into the collective and should not be a forgotten corner.
Every year when it's cotton planting season, my mother always walks to the market three miles away to buy cotton seeds. In the morning after the rain, my mother parted the wet fog, planted cotton on the ground, wet as ointment, and waited quietly for the flowers to bloom.
I grew up under a quilt made by my mother. Every year, my mother will make a new quilt with harvested cotton. Mother picked mature cotton in autumn, then spun it into a quilt, and with the quilt cover, a brand-new warm quilt was born. When the northwest wind is raging, my mother will send the quilt to my school dormitory. At this time, my mother always told me: "Be sure to cover the quilt at night, and don't catch cold." I took the quilt from my mother's hand and put it on the bed. A faint scent suddenly enveloped the whole bed. I know that as long as I have my mother's quilt, it won't be cold in winter.
However, this year's drought delayed the germination of cotton planted by my mother. Finally, I waited until the cotton germinated and refused to grow up. This really worried my mother. Every morning, my mother will put on a straw hat and step into the soft cotton field to serve cotton. Mother took pains to water, fertilize and kill insects on cotton again and again, and she was so tired that she sweated every day. I saw my mother was tired, so I said to her, "Mom, don't do this. Those old quilts can still be covered, and there is no need to make new ones. " "Mom said those old quilts were cold and hard, so I was definitely uncomfortable to cover them, or the new ones were warm."
I always thought that my mother's cotton would not be harvested this year, but when the northwest wind roared past, my mother came to my dormitory with a new quilt. Mother said that the cotton in our family is growing well this year, better than before. I hold the quilt given by my mother, and a heavy refreshing fragrance spreads in my body.
At night, the cold wind beat the ground glass mercilessly. Outside the window, the bare trees were shivering in the cold wind. I covered my mother's new quilt and a warm current filled my whole body. I stroked the quilt cover, as if I saw my mother sewing the quilt cover under the dim light. She is so serious that she is afraid of sewing the wrong thread. This heavy quilt is filled with cotton, which is the love that my mother worked so hard to plant for me!
In the warm bed, I fell asleep soon. In the dream, there is a vast field under the blue sky. In the field, white flowers sparkle in the sun. I know, that's mom's cotton.
I knew at first sight that you were not a good boy. At an early age, I tried to hide when I found my wallet. I don't know how your teacher taught you! "Ear echo essence this harsh words. Alas, aunt, why are you so wronged me?
After school at noon, I was unhappy all the way. I have always been puzzled when I thought that the teacher said that everyone must buy a modern Chinese dictionary. Mom is unemployed, how can she ask for money from her family?
In a trance, I saw an old purple wallet at my feet, so I kicked it distractedly. I was about to walk away when a steel needle rolled out of it. I picked up my wallet and looked at it carefully. There is a stack of RMB with face value. I opened my wallet trembling and counted it carefully. At that time, it was 363 yuan.
"Ha ha, I'm rich!" I jumped for joy. Now that I have money, I want to buy a modern Chinese dictionary that I miss very much, and then buy a pair of shoes for my mother. Her shoes are out of date.
I am walking on the way to Xinhua Bookstore, and my heart is very contradictory. I thought it was not my money, but someone else's money. My legs look like lead. This is a truth that all primary school students know.
At the thought of this, it seems that the owner is anxiously looking for that figure by the roadside. I stopped and decided to give my wallet to the school. At the thought of handing it over to the school, I seem to see the headmaster standing on the high platform, reading the thank-you note, which spread far through campus radio. "Classmates, Rachel is a good student. She found 363 yuan, but she took the initiative to give it to the school. We must learn from her spirit of collecting money. " At this time, another voice told me: I'd better return it to the owner, lest he worry. It doesn't matter whether you get praise or not. Yes, return it to the owner. Just stand here and wait for the owner to come back.
One minute passed, two minutes passed, and half an hour passed. It's almost time for class in the afternoon, but no one has come to claim the wallet. Let's leave it to the teacher. I was about to go to school when an aunt in her thirties came over. She walked with her head down looking for something. I saw her looking at the left side of the path and the right side of the path for a while. I knew at once that she was the one I was waiting for. I greeted him and asked, "Aunt, what are you looking for?" She said anxiously, "I lost my wallet. This is my living expenses for my son." As he spoke, he broke into tears. I asked, "Aunt, how much money do you have in your wallet?" "A ***360 yuan, in which 350 yuan is the child's living expenses, one is 100 yuan, four are from 50 yuan, the others are 10 yuan and 5 yuan, and there is a steel shovel." Isn't this the same number as in my wallet? But I still said calmly, "Aunt, what color is your wallet? Shall I help you find it? " "'purple, a little old. These days, if you find your wallet, hide it. Alas, what about the child's living expenses? Damn pickpocket, why are you doing this to me? "
I thought it was really my aunt's wallet. I was going to take it out at once, but now I take it out. Will my aunt think I'm hiding it on purpose? While I was hesitating, menstruation looked at me and suddenly said fiercely, "You must have found it. Take it out quickly, or I'll tell your teacher. " I subconsciously took out my wallet, and menstruation grabbed it and gave me a hard push when I grabbed it. I was just about to say I just wanted to make sure it was yours. My aunt said to me loudly, "I can see at a glance that you are not a good boy." At an early age, I tried to hide when I found my wallet. I don't know how your teacher taught you. "
My aunt gave me a hard look and walked away quickly, for fear that I would rob her purse. Looking at my aunt's distant back, I just want to say, "Aunt, you really misjudged me. I just don't want my wallet to be impersonated! " "