Three years passed quietly. Meeting like yesterday, just in front of us, suddenly looking back on the past days, the campus has left countless joys and sorrows. Now my heart is full of melancholy and some attachment. In those happy days, we worked hard together, failed together and sank together, but those have become the past, and the past is a memory. Now is also a kind of memory, although it is also very confused. But we have no regrets! I remember a classmate once asked me, what is junior high school? I can answer this now: junior high school is a long ladder, and your job is to climb. The top of the ladder is covered by clouds. Sometimes you will panic about the invisible top, you will be surprised by the first few steps, you will step on the air and slide down a section. The scenery below is not necessarily beautiful, but the goal is always above. Junior high school is a marathon, and the time is not long or short. Some people are left behind, while others are in a hurry. But you should always remember that you should cheer for yourself and go all out: always remember that you must never stop, let alone give up. If you stop, it will be difficult to take the next step. If you give up halfway, it will be the end: if you give up, there will be no hope, and your previous achievements will be written off. Junior high school is also a blank sheet of paper. We can draw all kinds of colors and patterns on it, but you must face it seriously. Many people will hand in beautiful scrolls, and some people will always have half a work in their hands, otherwise it will not look good. Junior high school is a tune that "reverberates around the beam for three days", leaving me with many unforgettable memories. I can't forget how happy I was when I racked my brains trying to prove a geometry problem. It's really better than eating chocolate candy and playing computer games: I can't forget that several students were flushed and opinionated when discussing a mechanical problem, which simply hurt their feelings. Finally, I had to ask the physics teacher to arbitrate: I can't forget it. In the self-study class, the students were in high spirits, pointing out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, discussing the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, Indonesian refugees, Project Hope, fighting corruption and advocating honesty, and struggling hard. We went through the most ignorant years in our lives together in ...................................., laughing and crying together, and moving forward through thick and thin with our youthful dreams. Yes, there are always many good things in life that can't be kept. What I can do now is to quietly look at these classmates and teachers who were together for many days before leaving school and brand their smiles into my memory. But people always have to look forward. I will miss my high school life in three years. Why not let the beautiful past become a gorgeous rainbow in your heart forever? Parting is also a kind of beauty, there is no need to be sad, at least there has been that beautiful scenery. If primary school students are too young and high school students are too busy, then junior high school students are an elf in between. If the first day is too naive and the third day is too nervous, then the second day is an unforgettable experience in between. . I remember from the first day to the second day, I found myself changed a lot-the combination of reason and sensibility replaced that kind of ignorance and innocence, and I also had the unruly past. Life at that time was always unforgettable. Probably because I have a good popularity, I have made many good friends in just one year. At that time, I didn't have any homework, so I always thought I was very talented, so most of my spare time became a patent of "daze". I often lay on a grassy hillside in front of my dormitory, staring at the floating clouds through the gap between tall pine trees. The tip of the grass poked gently on my back, itchy, and I couldn't help laughing out loud, which caused one or two birds to flap their wings hurriedly. What are those clouds like? Some are like a lively little white dog, and some are like a gentle and lovely little sheep: ha! That cloud looks like our fat head teacher! At this time, a plane flew across the sky, leaving a long white line, which slowly drifted away with other kinds of clouds. It was in the second day of junior high school that I was a little more shy and sentimental in my original extensive character. But, after all, we are still kids, and we are also playful. Once I went out for a picnic with some close friends, talking and laughing all the way. When we passed the muddy road, the wheels of the bicycle were stuck in the mud. At this time, the men carried the girl's car out of the "swamp" together, and I, the laziest at ordinary times, enthusiastically helped a girl who didn't like to talk at ordinary times. Alas, that era is really hard to understand! We seem to be happier after crossing the muddy land. Everyone pushed each other up the hill and boldly looked into the open grave. I also looked for traces of wild strawberries everywhere, but I only picked a basket full of "snake fruits" ... We sat side by side at the top of the mountain, and other peaks seemed to be at our feet. The gentle mountain breeze inadvertently made one of us sing a song, which caused a throb in our hearts, so we took out a unique trick, passed a few tricks, but forgot the time to go home. Junior high school life is unforgettable, and the past can never come back. What is waiting for us to grow up is both opportunity and challenge! Supplement: I can't remember how many days have passed, and I slipped away quietly, only knowing that I am getting bigger every day. With a flick of a finger, time flies and the years are long, and junior high school life ends in a hurry. Three years of study, three years of joy, three years of singing, three years of hard work, three 365 days and nights, three lives-spring, summer, autumn and winter-all these will become history and eternal memories. Three years of classmates and friends, three years of brothers and sisters, and three years of "home" parted ways and embarked on their own lives. Three years of junior high school life has come to a perfect end, which will always be an unforgettable memory in my life. Excellent grades in primary school, with the blessing and voice of my parents, I confidently entered the junior high school campus and junior high school life began. Unforgettable junior high school study life. In the morning, we wake up the sleeping earth with the sound of reading and welcome the golden sun. In the evening, we saw off the sun and ushered in the starry sky. We are sailing in the boat of knowledge, wandering in the golden ocean and the ocean of truth. We plant the seeds of hope in our hearts and paint our bright future. We talk a lot all over the world, exploring the mystery of knowledge and the true meaning of life. We talk about ideals, the future, youth and hot topics, and always put our thoughts far away. Unforgettable junior high school students. Get along with classmates like brothers and sisters day and night. We walk side by side and walk into the campus hand in hand, waving our blessings. Monitor, when I was sick, you bought me medicine and made up lessons for me. I am depressed because I can't do this problem. Deskmate, you gave me encouragement and confidence. You fixed my desk. Life Committee member: I'll cover the quilt. They are you, the head of the dormitory, the unforgettable deskmate, your sister who sleeps in my upper bunk, and a sincere smile. Classmate, how can I forget you? Unforgettable junior high school teacher. On the road of science, you navigate for us; When we get lost, you show us the way; You gave us light in the dark. Teacher, teacher, when can I hear your "Do you know" greetings again, and when can I hear your lectures again? When will your "talking eyes" reappear? Unforgettable laughter in junior high school. Listen! Dormitory: There was a power outage, and Xiaomei in the lower bunk suddenly screamed: "Mouse!" ""My God! "The timid girl in the lower berth rushed to the upper berth. When it was too late, she wrapped herself in a quilt. Then there was a suffocating silence, as if a catastrophe was imminent: electricity came and everyone looked at Xiaomei in panic. " Oh! "What should I be? Xiaomei laughed and cried. It's killing me. It turns out that "mouse" is a pair of black socks linked by Yaner. " Haha "We laughed out of breath-the junior high school campus, where we laughed and laughed, also left traces of our growth. After all, there will be no second junior high school life in life. Junior high school life comes and goes in a hurry. Cherish today and seize tomorrow. Now everyone goes their separate ways. We will cherish each other and recall the four junior high schools we walked through together. The journey of life has begun, and the starting point is only the first step. We will walk with confidence and smile, but the life of junior high school will stay in my heart forever and will never be forgotten!
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