I don't know why, the three years of junior high school are imprinted in the depths of my mind, and then precipitated and became the most beautiful page in my heart. At that time, every fragment was a blockbuster.

1

I remember the Children's Day on the first day of junior high school. We lined up from the southern end of Jiaotong Road to the northern end of Jiaotong Road, and walked several kilometers to the People's Theatre to watch the children's film "Huluwa". Before the theme song was finished, the power went out!

In this way, we didn't even see what the gourd doll looked like. Disappointed, we lined up to walk back to school. We didn't have much fun all the way, and we were really depressed. I don't know what happened to Huluwa decades later. This unfinished "gourd doll" announced the end of our childhood and the opening of the boyhood model.

The first batch of students joined the Communist Youth League in the first semester and solemnly swore under the League flag. Our new member planted his own Communist Youth League tree in the yard east of the school gate. I often go to water the tree. Unfortunately, after the campus was rebuilt, I don't know where these trees were transplanted.

Power failure in evening self-study is our holiday. So happy and cheering, we can go to cut class! Suddenly, like opening the floodgates and releasing water, the students who love cleanliness have forgotten so much. They grabbed textbooks and homework and stuffed them into schoolbags.

Those who study well are the same as those who study poorly. Hurry out of the classroom, the army of bicycles will suddenly leave the school gate, fearing that the teacher will call us back.

2

When I was in junior high school, my academic performance was very good, and I was among the best in every exam. But I'm not the kind of person who studies hard. I know how to study, and I have absorbed almost everything in class. I basically don't study when I get home.

A female classmate lives in the relatives' hospital of the municipal party Committee opposite my home. She often comes to my house to play and chat with me when the exam is near. When she came home late, I went to bed. Later, a classmate said to me, "She talked to you on purpose. When you go to bed, people start reviewing when they go home, just to surpass you in the exam. "

It seems that being better than me is the only meaning of her study, but her scores in every exam are still not as good as mine. I haven't contacted for many years, and I don't know what kind of person she is now. But among my classmates, I feel ok about her. I guess she will laugh at herself when she thinks of my childhood.

However, instead of complaining, it is better to bury your grievances. Everyone is naive.

three

In those nutmeg years, if no one likes himself, it seems that the conditions are not good. Although I am ordinary, I am also a limited edition (here, giggle). My father told me clearly: study hard and don't fall in love early. I must obey the house rules.

In the second grade, there was a boy in the class. He is not tall, but handsome. Every night after the evening self-study, he followed me home by bike. His home is in the south of the school and mine is in the north. He just walks me home with my bike every day.

One night, he didn't see me off. He suddenly appeared when I was near the door. He said, "A boy touched you after school just now, and I had a fight with him." Look at his face. He's really hurt. I don't even know who touched me, which makes me laugh and cry. Although I don't like him, I was moved by a deer.

In this way, he kept seeing me off, kept seeing me off, and didn't say anything along the way, just singing until he graduated from junior high school. After all, when I passed by, my sleeves were worn out and there was no spark. At that time, he was the best of him, at that time, I was the best of me, and the best of us was separated by a whole youth. Now he is a grandfather. It's also good to meet and chat on WeChat occasionally.

four

We have labor skills classes in junior high school. This class is the last class before school at noon. I really don't know what the teacher is doing. I always put my heart on my back when I am hungry. The tall and fat life teacher always teaches us to cook roast chicken and other delicious food. I wrote a blackboard full of recipes, imagined the delicious roast chicken, swallowed my saliva and growled disappointingly.

I still remember having a heated argument with this life teacher. The reason is that the flowers he left outside the office were knocked off by someone who happened to pick them up when my deskmate and I passed by. He thinks we picked them and had to deal with us. I argued that my eyes were burning with stubbornness and I didn't give in. As a result, I was punished by him and took a whole class in the office. The students all said, "You are thin and small, and he is tall and big. You are brave enough to argue with him! " "

Time is like a song. Young people, sometimes unreliable, sometimes out of tune, can be full of dreams and can chase time unscrupulously. Nobody knows when he grew up. As the grass germinates again and again, the sun rises again and again, and we become different day by day.

Brilliant sunshine, running in the wind and rain, growing in tears, looking forward to hard work, the confusion of youth, like a tired and beautiful dream, makes us want to get rid of it and get close to it.

Give time and let bygones be bygones. I'm still that teenager, and I haven't changed at all.