Childhood memories always stay in the world of dolls. The fun of dancing with dolls and bears filled the whole childhood. I don't remember how many dolls were chopped into one-eyed, but I remember that there will always be their company, waiting for swallows to fly in spring in flowered skirts. Childhood memories are as cheerful as children's songs, and innocent children's voices sing innocent songs.
Year after year, swallows fly around, carrying small schoolbags. I don't remember whether 1 would be added to 1 at that time, but I still remember "Xiao Yaoer, carrying a schoolbag to school ...". In the song, the schoolbag becomes heavy. Instead of running and jumping to school, it walks with steady steps. The figure of children's songs has gone away, and the ear is "Flowers once told me how to get there ...". This is a sweet dream song, and along the way, my heart is full of hope. Growing up in campus folk songs, youth began to sprout.
The farther the road goes, the deeper the traces of years are drawn, and I am going to change. I will not look at the sky naively and ask whose eyes are shining, but listen to the melancholy blues and look at the sky through the sky and wait for a meter of sunshine. I don't care what the lyrics are explaining, but I use tunes to arouse my feelings. In the melancholy, thinking about life may also mature.
The sunset at dusk may not be old enough to look at the sunset and recall it, but I still can't help looking at the red horizon and imagining the ancient music and the singing accompanied by stumbling steps.
The disc of the years is still engraved. On the phonograph, the disc of the years is spinning, the songs of memories are singing, touching the imprint of the years, listening to the ancient songs of the years and continuing to walk. Years are like songs, and songs are like years.
2. In a blink of an eye, the three-year study life in junior high school will come to an end. Looking back on the past years, we have experienced too many difficulties and obstacles, paid too much hardships and efforts, and had too much happiness and sadness ... In the face of all this, we can't help but sigh: time is like a song! Time is like a song. In these three years, we have woven a series of gorgeous rainbows and let ourselves walk freely in the dream sky. In the three years of study and life, we have learned humility, cherish and appreciate. In these three years of study and life, we have had friendship, family affection and teacher-student relationship, and we also have some anxiety of "Don't wait for leisure, the teenager's head is white and his heart is sad". Therefore, we work harder and strive for a better life. We can't help but sigh: Time is like a song! Time is like a song. In these three years, we are like a small river, let ourselves flow into the river and join the class collective in this ocean. In these three years of life, we have learned to be strong, to face and to struggle. We have learned that there are still many difficulties for us to face. In the process of flowing, our river will be blocked by stones and intercepted by aquatic plants. However, no difficulty can stop our passionate pursuit, and we have the perseverance to "insist on the castle peak and not relax". Therefore, we are always ready to accept the challenge and work hard to reach the other side of success. We can't help but sigh: Time is like a song! Time is like a song. In these three years, we painted a series of sunset clouds, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, and let ourselves shine more beautifully in the haze. In these three years of life, we have learned to express ourselves, adapt to and look forward to the future. In these three years of life, we know that the sunset glow can only release its brilliance when the sun goes down. So in these three years, we tried our best to display our wisdom and show our talents. We understand that life is still a long way off and there are more challenges waiting for us. We need to work harder, as the song goes: "I just found the difference between dream and reality, and let myself experience every feeling against the wind, just like seeing the fable of tears and joy on this day." I want to chase the perfect world: I still want to fly, flying very high and far in my world. " Therefore, we strive to draw a better blueprint for life. We can't help but sigh: Time is like a song! Time is like a song, expressing enthusiasm and singing joy ... We feel that the junior high school life in these three years is very beautiful and happy, and we sigh: Time is like a song?
Some people say that junior high school life is like a boy's big step, full of endless pride and timeless elegance. In my eyes, my junior high school students are like a symphony with only six words: hone? Testing? Challenge. Tempering is always accompanied by opportunities. Six years of hard study at the cold window finally paid off. Until last September, I finally stepped into the door of Qiushi Middle School and took the second step in my life. Seeking truth is the basis of cultivating talents, and they appreciate talents. Here, seeking truth has taught me a lot about being a man and enriched my life experience. Test is more tiring than tempering, but it often gains more. I am the monitor, in charge of class affairs. While managing others, I must do better than others in order to make others believe in me as the monitor. Usually, I do my best in class work and have a serious and responsible attitude, so I often work late for the tasks assigned by the school, but this is a test for myself. I believe that the long-term test will make me invincible and let me shine among the stars forever. There are tests, tests and, of course, challenges, especially challenging yourself. Because challenges are tests that have been honed and tested. Seeking truth is a good school in sifang district and a place where experts gather. If you have a master, life in junior high school will be more challenging and exciting. Driven by the pressure, the students are all involved in the intense review, and the competition will be more confusing. Who will win is still unknown. I will also devote myself to various competitions and exams with a positive attitude, so as to reap my efforts and sweat. On the stage of junior high school life, we all show ourselves heartily. I may not be the brightest among the stars, but I will still shine my own unique light. My junior high school life will be full of wind and rain and sunshine!
4. Songs are always beautiful; Time is like a song, it tells us whether the past years are sunny or stormy; No matter twists and turns, or smooth sailing, there is always something worth remembering. On the beach we walk through in our lives, there are always some colorful shells and even precious pearls that are ignored. Let's go back together, find those shells and pearls and cherish them, because they are our lifelong wealth. -the inscription on the first day, an ignorant song! I still remember the excitement when I went to report for duty as a freshman. At that time, there was no nine-year compulsory education like now. Even in primary school, if you fail, you will have to repeat the grade. When I was in grade one, there was a nine-year-old student in my class. He has been in the third grade with us. From primary school to junior high school, in our view, it is a big battle. Because in any case, only one third of our graduates have the opportunity to go to junior high school. This is a reality that no one can change. At that time, I was not only successfully admitted to junior high school, but also was told by the head teacher of grade six that I got good results in the exam. This gives me enough reason to get excited on my way to school. Under the guidance of my brother, I found my name on the dilapidated wall of the dim auditorium of the school. Even if it was rainy and the light was dim, I didn't forget to pay attention to the position of my name-the fourth place. Until now, I still remember. Because, when I went to report to the class teacher, I once again noticed the position of my name on the teacher roster-yes, it was the fourth place. The vanity of teenagers is so vividly displayed! With this "fourth" bottom, I not only have confidence in my heart, but also have obvious pride out of thin air. I don't know whether the teacher told me too many inspirational words when reporting to me, or whether the teacher made me feel high when I was a class cadre at the beginning, or whether the fifth place in the senior high school mid-term exam gave me a reason. In short, I just entered junior high school and don't know myself. Especially in the first half of the semester, after I got familiar with my classmates, I started my "crazy journey". Class is ok, because I still have some scruples. I still have the aura of "class cadre" and "top student" on my head. However, I can be said to be "completely indulgent" after class. There are always my "yelling" and "crying" in the classroom, and there are endless slapstick figures in the aisles between tables, corridors and playgrounds far away from the classroom. I still remember the name of the "comrade-in-arms" who fought with me at that time was Luo Jianhua. Later, he went to be a soldier. I don't know how it is now, and I don't know if he remembers the taste of our fists often touching blue and red when we fight. I still remember having a snowball fight with people on the playground and hitting them with a big snowball that I was rubbing tightly. There was only a click, and two pieces of glass in the primary school classroom were "reimbursed". Then I ran away, then I denied it in every way, and finally I had to pay three yuan. It is reasonable to pay six dollars, but I only admit that I broke a piece of glass. ) my madness can be seen from this. Because of my madness, my final exam score fell to 12, but the teacher didn't find my bad symptoms and didn't give me any warning. Instead, he rated me as a "three-good student" by impression. This gave me another reason to continue to be crazy in the second semester. In addition, I also brought my madness to class. In class, I started chatting with my classmates, reading novels and even playing "ten and a half minutes" (a poker game). I was only in my thirties when my math score was the worst. So, by the end of the term, I had to cheat and muddle through, and the effect was actually good. At least neither the teachers nor the parents found me bad. Until now, when I told my mother about it, my mother still didn't believe me, because in her eyes, I never let them worry about reading and studying, and they have always been proud of our brother-this is our understanding in learning. At this time, I recalled how ignorant I was! The next day, the song of reflection and awakening, fortunately, my ignorance did not continue the next day. Fortunately, my brother is already in high school at this time. Because it was my brother who went to high school that made me reflect and wake me up. In my eyes, my brother has always had no position because his grades are not as good as mine. Not only is it not comparable, it is simply incomparable. Because, from primary school to junior high school, I can get school certificates and prizes at the end of almost every semester. And my brother can only get it once or twice at most. In other words, if I don't win the lottery, it can be said that it's my fault, and if my brother wins the lottery, it's probably "a blind cat meets a dead mouse". He is lucky. Therefore, I never believed how my brother got the ninth place in the class in the third grade, and I never believed that he could be admitted to an ordinary high school after graduating from junior high school. You know, at that time, the enrollment of high schools in our county was not as good as that of a key high school now. I even wonder if my parents were a little confused when they sent my brother to high school. Because, in the eyes of people at that time, not going to college after the senior high school entrance examination was equivalent to losing money. However, it is such a brother who is not in my "eyes" and actually won the third place in a class in the first mid-term exam of senior one; It's such a brother that I don't think he can read at all and will never have a future. When I was about to sink, he taught me a good lesson and woke me up in time when I was confused. It was my brother's one-month vacation, and he went home. Our two brothers, who usually quarrel like ducks, may be close at this time because they meet after a long separation. For example, many brothers who suddenly grew up offered to walk on the road with me after dinner, and I readily agreed. I only remember that the moonlight was bright that night, and my brother only calculated an account for me: the cost of his high school study was about one semester in 300 yuan and one year in 600 yuan; If I went to high school, there would be at least so many. The two of us spend a year together 1200 yuan. At that time, my family's main source of income was my father's income as a mason. I clearly remember that my father's salary was five yuan a day. A year later, if my father can earn 1000 yuan, he will be lucky. Besides, there are only those poor incomes in the fields. And that income can be used to offset the piecemeal expenses at home and abroad, which is very good. In other words, as long as our two brothers are in high school, even old bones, who has given up his parents, can't make ends meet. Even if I am admitted to a key high school, my parents may not be able to provide for all our brothers to go to college in high school, which means that I may drop out of school at any time. And if I want to have a book to read after junior high school, there is only one way in front of me: to be admitted to a secondary school. At that time, being admitted to a secondary school meant that you could study without money, which meant that you had an "iron rice bowl" three years later. And this is a mirage to many people-there are too many farmers and children studying hard for it. Who are you? At that time, many township middle schools were often admitted to two or three secondary school students, and sometimes none was common. Among the students who graduated from my brother, six people were admitted to our school, and they were also "satellites" in the county-a rare thing. The purpose of my brother's settling accounts with me is to let me understand the fact that if I want to study, I have to take the technical secondary school! I remember my heart seemed cold at that time. I am very reluctant to admit that my brother is telling the truth. I seem to blame my brother for his poor grades in high school, which occupied my original reading position. But in the face of the fact, I have to listen to my brother's plan and arrangement: I must have the top five grades in my class at the end of the second grade, and then I will attack the top ten in my junior year. Looking at the trend of our school at that time, it is not impossible for students in our field to graduate and be admitted to more than a dozen technical secondary schools. So, I changed. I used to be a crazy slapstick, and I became completely silent. I usually sit alone in the classroom, except for the active figure in physical education class. I'm doing my own thing-I'm poor at math and English. After the placement test in Grade Three, I clearly remember that I returned to the fourth place. Yes, it's the fourth place, posted on the wall behind the classroom. Then, I saw hope again! Thank you very much, brother. It was he who calculated the account that woke me up in reflection! In the third grade, after waking up, I entered the third grade with the fourth place in my class, but I knew it was still far from my goal. Because, by the third day of our class, there are already five classes in the school. I want to pass the secondary school exam with the fourth place in my class, so I take it for granted. I clearly know my goal: top five in the year group. Only in this way can we realize our learning dream. So I began to study hard. So there was me who obviously dropped out of school, but I didn't go home, which surprised the teacher. And the purpose of doing this is only to extend my study time. Because, I know I have very trivial housework to do as soon as I get home. Although my mother won't force me, I have to do it. But I often watch them too much, so I have to help. So, as soon as school is over, I am not in a hurry to go home. I sat alone in the classroom, took out a thick Chinese book I had learned before, and looked through and reviewed it page by page. Look outside, it's getting dark, so I picked up my schoolbag and went home. Walking home for half an hour at night arrival is just in time to get home for dinner. It gets dark early in winter, so I just live on campus. At that time, the school conditions were very poor, so I cut in line temporarily and didn't have a berth. Fortunately, my mother found a teacher in our village, who teaches in our school and rarely lives on campus. She asked me to accompany him. Looking back now, I really want to thank that teacher. Because, it is precisely because of my life, study and life that my grades have made rapid progress. Because, it is life, study and life that gives me a good learning environment. Our students who live in the dormitory not only have good discipline in self-study at night, but also "work overtime" after self-study at night, all secretly competing. After all, all rural children know that only by their own efforts can everything be changed! As a result, a book "Common Sense of Socialist Construction" was memorized by us-this is the extent of our memory; A "political" exam, three mimeographed test papers, at least two questions and answers, even though we got the test paper without any thinking, we kept answering until the final exam bell rang, and most students didn't finish it-this is the difficulty of our exam. However, none of our classmates complained, and we all know clearly that this is the real test. Whoever can stand this test will have the last laugh. During the third grade, my height didn't increase by even a millimeter, but my weight dropped by more than ten kilograms. That's what I got. In the pre-examination of technical secondary school, I topped the school by more than 30 points beyond the admission line. This is something I never dreamed of before. Therefore, I know that only by working hard can I forge ahead with my head held high for a year, which not only fulfilled my dream of studying, but also gave me a brand-new starting point in life, greatly reducing the burden on my parents and giving my brother a chance to re-enter the university through the college entrance examination. Can be said to be the joy of killing three birds with one stone! Without the baptism of wind and rain, how can there be colorful rainbows! -P.S.
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In the spring of March, along the long river where ice still exists, I rowed down to find someone else. Gently plucking the strings is a babble to the river, echoing a little and rippling a little. This song is called Running Water, and this river is famous for its time. -The inscription holds the Pearl Waterfall, and the eyes flow, and a song "Running Water" is released leisurely. The first day is the beginning of running water. I just faded away and looked at the new campus with faint curiosity. Like a clear stream flowing up and down on the snow-capped mountains. In the deep mountains, towering old trees provide shade for it, grass soaks it, and pebbles caress it. The fresh air with moist breath makes it a little more naive and brilliant, just like cardamom on the first day of the first year, it is not deeply moist and is not contaminated with the world of mortals. The next day is the inheritance of running water. On the second day of my junior year, I am no longer the green water of a mountain spring, but like a river that is starting to exert its strength and getting better and better. The river did not flow with a smile for a change, but accelerated its pace, just like the second day of junior high school, near the senior high school entrance examination. There is no carefree in the first grade, but I am very nervous and have a rushing attitude. The third grade is a friend of flowing water. A river of no return, a thousand miles of soup. Like a waterfall in Wan Ren, it soared into the sky and fell for nine days. Just like the third grade, at the crossroads of the senior high school entrance examination, it poured out in all directions. From the moment of rolling, the boiling scenery soared extremely, and the image of the dragon came out from the depths, just like crossing the Wuxia Gorge in a dangerous boat, dazzling and thrilling, like a mountain rushing, with ups and downs, which is indescribable. Jiang Tao, who has overcome the difficulties, has already stopped hesitating and hesitating, and made every effort to pour down. Is the river down to thousands of feet, like the Milky Way, spread to the world. After the senior high school entrance examination, there is a combination of running water. Although I haven't played this role yet, I seem to feel the aftertaste of returning to the sea. The canoe has passed and the situation is erratic. The aftermath sometimes hits the stone, sometimes whirls and whirls. At the end of the song, I may be a little nostalgic, but I lost my mind for a while and merged into the sea with the running water. A smile appeared quietly on the corners of the mouth, which seemed slightly salty. As Zheng Chouyu said, "I'm not a returnee, I'm just a passer-by." There is still wind and rain ahead. I am still willing to sail a boat, attack plain clothes, hold an guqin, sing softly and listen to the wind and moon, as always. Postscript: whether it is the first day's "humming, whispering-and then blending with each other, like pearls pouring into a plate of jade", the second day's "a river that never returns, a romantic figure through the ages", the third day's "I doubt the fairy's practice, but it is off-axis", "The mountains and rivers are all flat and primitive, and the river winds across the wilderness" farewell,
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The wind is blowing gently. Time stopped on that mottled wall, eroding bit by bit, leaving only a string of deep or shallow "scars".
Time is like a song. You and I wrote it, and you and I interpreted it. Beautiful songs, beautiful notes, is a song that makes people linger.
Looking back suddenly, the vicissitudes of life on the road have become indelible memories! The dream left in my heart has become the "Peach Blossom Garden" that people admire.
What is quietly in our hearts? What left love and hate in our hearts? Do you still remember those dreamy years?
Walking hand in hand with you has never been hurt or painful. The long years have touched many people's hearts. How many affectionate past events have been deeply buried. I want to pick up those yellowed photos and recall my happiness. However, everything is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, but I can't reach it.
Walking along the banks of Danshui River, watching the running water rush by, it seems to see the thin figure of Confucius standing on the banks of the river, sighing at the rushing running water: "The deceased is like a husband, and he is reluctant to give up day and night." Is it a lesson for the ancients or your own understanding? Why are they so lonely? Why is the heart that was once so full so empty at this moment?
In the long river of years, I sailed in a canoe and set sail from the source of life. Maybe I can only find a bright future if I miss the other shore in the rapids! The rain wet my clothes and blurred my eyes. I hit the rocks on the river, on the river.
I don't know how to sympathize. The long river of years has been shaken by the wind, but I still put a canoe to break the waves. Not afraid of bumps or capsizing. I just want to prove that I am not a traveler. Will a peach blossom garden suddenly become a hell on earth in the long river of years? I don't understand the meaning of life, so I have to continue to sail in the river and drift to the ends of the earth to watch the sunset to calm down the twists and turns in my life.
I walked without regrets, not sorry for the lost youth, not mourning for this old body. I don't care about the moving flash of a flash in the pan. I once had a flash, which was a dazzling light in the years.
Everything has a beginning and an end, and the wheel of life turns quietly and gently. It moves quietly in places that you and I have never noticed. Life goes on and on, and fate keeps moaning. In this unspeakable desolation, there is beauty. This is the beauty of tragedy, this is the beauty of struggle-not afraid of being crushed to pieces, full of hope in my heart, putting the symbols of life together again and creating a more beautiful self.
In the season when the wind blows, only the leaves dance with them, and the rest are just lonely whispers. In this season, the years are like songs. I sing softly, are you listening? Are you wasting your time all these years? Or are you writing a different song? Make up a beautiful dream that is different from the past and looks forward to the future. When the wind stops, everything will return to its original state. But haven't you found your goal yet?
Don't worry about whether there are cliffs on the road ahead and whether the bridge ahead has been repaired. The figure of years may run in front of you, leaving you at a loss. So, dare to love and hate.
The wind blows leaves all over the ground/the Yangtze River is not equal to the east/memories are like cocoons/years are like songs.
Flowers bloom and fall in dreams, and life drifts. Don't let the years be so lonely, life should have a complete song of the years!
7. I said how many times I turned back in my last life, just for this life. Suddenly, I realized how lucky we were that we didn't pass by so regretfully. What we have is the warmth of holding hands with each other, the harmony of mutual assistance and the power of comforting each other. Even if the years pass quietly, even if the old saying "All good things must come to an end" comes true, even if we unconsciously walk out of each other's sight, the memory will not fade away. ...
In my memory, we used to be as bright and warm as the sun, as vibrant as the morning, and as indomitable as the stream in Ban Yong. Once upon a time, we had a pair of clear and innocent eyes, quietly insight into people and things around us, and occasionally played with a treasure. We will pester the teacher together like coquetry and exchange a little play time with pathetic eyes; Let's go back to the haystack and happily look for the magic four-leaf clover; We will put our dancing kites on the open playground together. Now, we suddenly realize how much we have.
In the blink of an eye, time flies like a blink of an eye. Perhaps the fate is over, and the petite but strong back is scattered instantly, like smoke, drifting to the place you yearn for and the destination you want to go to. Young man, we turned with a light smile and skipped away. We thought that one day, we would meet again, but we didn't expect that we would be forgotten and then pass by tragically like strangers. It turns out that we used to be so simple. We don't know that fate can fool people, and the road we take will never be as smooth and beautiful as we think.
At this moment, facing the past, we feel vaguely that the trace will fade. We have a new life and new friends now. In the long years of 16, we learned to cherish. Near graduation, everyone is scrambling to take pictures with their cameras, in order to freeze this moment forever. In the photo, on the scarlet runway, there are our vigorous figures and sweat. Under the sunshine, there are strange lights flashing, as if we saw our proud, confident and flamboyant faces in that drop of sweat.
20 10, June 14, we will not say goodbye with a smile and turn away with a smile. Because at that moment, we had too much disappointment and too much attachment. We know what the word "cherish" means, because we know how to cherish. Things change, it is inevitable that things will always be staged. ...
Whispering softly, "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue, the evening wind blows the flute, the sunset is outside the mountain, the horizon is limited, the ends of the earth, the bosom friend is half scattered, and there is a glass of turbid wine left, don't leave Meng Han tonight ..." Our tears will not fall easily again. After all, we are so strong! We can let go!
Time is like a song, that moment is always in my heart. ...
8. The initial acquaintance originated from freshman training. At that moment, more than 50 unfamiliar lifelines began to intersect, and more than 50 energetic teenagers formed a new group-Class 7, Grade 1, Hua Lun Middle School.
Soon we got to know each other, trying to call each other's names, smiling at each other, and introducing them again if you can't remember them for a while.
Perhaps, we were predestined friends in our last life, and there is an indomitable nature in our blood. Hair hats are colorful, but after all, they belong to our humble gray. Some people began to complain, some people talked about it, and suddenly someone said, "What's wrong with gray? Gray is just as beautiful." From then on, our class's hat is called "beautiful gray". Ten games, the first week of school, the first place is not our class, listening to the warm applause of the neighboring class, watching their smiling faces, we hold our heads high, we must win! After the first meeting, we seldom sneak out of Class 7.
Perhaps, in a previous life, we were brothers and sisters, and deep love linked us together. Unfortunately, something happened to XX, and more than 50 copies of love were given to her along with greeting cards, paper cranes and donations. She miraculously recovered and returned to the team. I think this is not only because of the doctor's superb medical skills, her vigorous vitality and the careful care of her family, but also because of our collective care, right?
Perhaps, in a previous life, we were best friends, sharing weal and woe. Under the scorching sun, we stood still, sweating like rain, and never wiped. Why? For the honor of the collective! Tug of war, the opponent is a powerful Class 2, but we played without fear and tried our best. Although we were defeated, we sighed and blamed ourselves. We shared the pain of failure together, but we also shared the joy and sang the first place in the competition. Duan Chang and Teacher Zhang gave thumbs up. . . . . . All these are our best memories now.
Looking back, the awards posted on the wall are enough to show our growing footprints and our sense of unity.
But parting comes so quietly and naturally.
In half a year, we will go our separate ways again and fight for our own ideals. The disappointment in our hearts can't be expressed in words.
At the age when you just know how to cherish, you should say goodbye. At the age when you just know how to recall, you should cherish it. You don't want to face it, but you only blame God for being heartless.
But parting will come eventually, so we should adjust our mentality. Although China maintains our friendship and our neighbors are thousands of miles apart, we are still friends.
Work hard, fight for your ideals and continue your indomitable nature, because this is the symbol of our Class 7.
Only in this way can we share the happiness of success as before when we meet again in one year, three years and five years.
Say goodbye to the song-like junior high school life, and I will always, always leave you in the warmest place in my heart.
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Melodious melody, delicate lyrics, this is a song that belongs to us, a song made by youth. Melodious notes spin and dance, sometimes twists and turns, sometimes passionate, sometimes loud, sometimes dumb, echoing in our ears, echoing. Deduct the elegance of youth and interpret the glory of the years. When we listen to this song, we will be involuntarily attracted, and then constantly sink, sink?
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