2, the fragments of memories are dribs and drabs, and the thoughts of parting are unchanged. I may never see the happy and noisy recess in junior high school again. I have always kept my attachment to friendship in junior high school. How many thoughts can't be told, and the forgotten time can't be cherished.
3, stupid, junior high school is really stupid. I don't know what it means to cherish. A group of good classmates and friends just looked at the passage of time with indifference, but now they are full of disappointment. The days of laughing and slapping with friends have come to blowing in the wind, and the time of bickering with teachers is irreparable.
4, think about it, it is true. Three years of junior high school life has painted a short historical picture for us, but it is a song that we can't sing all our lives. Recalling life is really a pleasure and intriguing, although it is still full of unspeakable sadness. This is actually a history of human growth. Perhaps, thank God for giving us this precious and indelible wisdom and spirituality!
I remember that in the first grade, there was my naughty "masterpiece" on the desk and chair in this position. Sometimes I am absent-minded in class and scribble on the table. Now, look at this desk and chair, there is no such mess. Yes, with the passage of time, tables and chairs have undergone many changes. Those famous aphorisms that inspired me to study hard are gone, so with the change of things, I slowly moved to other places, and my affection for that desk and chair is slowly passing away.
Looking back on junior high school and the past, I found that the word "fleeting time" is really appropriate, three years in a blink of an eye. Over the past three years, the long river of my memory has been filled with colorful stones; For three years, in my diary, I verified our growth and recorded the traces of the years; For three years, we have the same wish, only hoping to shine in the senior high school entrance examination ... I hope my youth will never end, I hope our friendship will never end, and I hope our beautiful dreams will come true!
7. "Ding Rinrin, Ding Rinrin", a music more beautiful than the bell, coincides on the campus at eleven o'clock, and there are four symphonies. We come from all directions, and the goal is always so firm and unstoppable: rush, canteen! At the door, I can already smell delicious rice and treat people very well. Oh, we can finally have dinner! The food in the bowl seems to have risen a lot, and the bowl at the same table seems to be much less. I don't have time to think about cause and effect, and I don't care if there will be "sequelae". For the afternoon energy expenditure, eat! ..... The "warehouse" is overloaded. Don't forget to bring your deskmate's rice bowl when you walk to the pool. ...
8. Memory is a serial cartoon, which tells the legend of my experience volume by volume. Time passed in a trance, and the short first day passed. Looking through this "cartoon", I am happy, angry, sad and happy, but I always laugh at the end. Because no matter what, I will always gain something. I can't forget the hard work of my classmates, the back of playing in class, and the background of walking together ... anyway, how can I forget it? Physical education class made an appointment that he was my "punished" brother, the smile of my best friend who knew what I meant, and the benefactor who helped me out of the sea ... Everything came to my heart like a torrent.