How to write a junior high school graduation composition?

The quiet gathering in the past three years is like distinguishing yesterday, that is, looking back on countless days in the past, how many joys and sorrows have been left on campus. Now my heart can't help but feel a burst of sadness and some nostalgia. In those happy days, we were happy together, lost together, and nostalgic together, but those things that have become the past are all memories. Now it is also a memory, but it is also a castle in the air. But we have no regrets! I remember once a classmate asked me what junior high school was. I can now answer that junior high school is a long ladder, and your job is to climb to the top of the ladder and then be covered by clouds. Occasionally, you will feel anxious about the invisible top, and you will go to the next part for just a few steps of understanding. The scenery below may not be very 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, and some people are in a hurry. But you must always remember that you must cheer for yourself and do your best: always remember that you can't stop and you can't keep it. If you stop, it will be difficult to take the next step, and giving up halfway will be the end: if you continue like this, there will be no hope, and the previous achievements will come to nothing. Junior high school is also a blank sheet of paper. We can paint all kinds of colors and patterns on my face, but you must face it carefully. Many people will hand in beautiful scrolls, and some people always have half a work in their hands, which is probably not beautiful. Junior high school is a piece of music with a lingering sound for three days, which left me many unforgettable memories. I can't forget how happy I was when I racked my brains to prove how many problems I had. Eating chocolate candy and playing computer games are really unbearable: I can't forget several students fighting over a mechanical problem. Their opinions really hurt harmony. Finally, I had to ask the physics teacher for arbitration: I can't forget that in the self-study class, the students actually taught Jiang Shan to discuss with pen and ink the Palestinian-Israeli debate on Indonesian refugees' Hope Project, anti-corruption, advocating honesty and cracking down on compromise ... and called it "family affairs are the country's sympathy for everything". As a result, they were punished for writing and checking the rules of the lecture hall, and tasted the bitter fruit they picked. We have gone through the most ignorant blue time in our lives, laughed together, shed tears together, and walked forward with youthful fantasies. Yes, there are always many beautiful things in life that can't be kept. What I can do now is to look at these classmates and teachers around me quietly and calmly before I leave school, and imprint their smiles on my memory. But people always have to move on. I will miss my high school life in three years. Why not let the beautiful past become a gorgeous rainbow in your heart forever? Discrimination is also a kind of beauty, so don't be sad. At least you used to have that beautiful scenery. If primary school students are too young and high school students are too busy, then junior high school students are elves in between. If the first grade is too flexible and the third grade is too urgent, then the second grade is an unforgettable experience in between. . I remember that from Grade One to Grade Two, great changes have taken place in the invention itself-reason and rational knowledge have replaced ignorance and flexibility, and the old disciplines have also gone on the rampage. Life at that time was always unforgettable. My popularity is good, and I have made many good friends in just one year. At that time, I didn't have any homework, and I always thought I was very talented, so most of my spare time became the patent of "stupefied". I used to lie on the grassy hillside in front of my bedroom and look blankly at the floating clouds through the gap between tall pine trees. The tip of the grass quietly scratched my back, so I laughed loudly, causing one or two birds to run away. What are those clouds like? Some are like a lively little white dog, and some are like a warm and lovely little sheep: ha! That cloud looks like our fat head teacher! At this time, a plane grazed the sky, leaving a long white line, which drifted away with other kinds of clouds. It was on the second day of junior high school that I added a little more guilt and sentimentality inherent in southerners to my dense temperament. However, after all, we are still naughty children, and we are also very interesting. Once I went out for a picnic with some good friends, and the phone of Beijing Cancer Hospital talked and laughed together. When we finished the muddy road, the wheels of the bicycle were stuck in the mud. At this time, the men carried forward the celebrity style and carried the girl's car out of the "pond" together. At ordinary times, I was the laziest and enthusiastically sponsored a girl who didn't like to talk. Alas, that era is really hard to understand! We seem to be happier. Everyone pushed each other up the hill and boldly looked into the open grave. I looked for wild strawberries everywhere, but I only picked a basket full of "snake fruits" ... We sat side by side at the top of the mountain, satiated with food, and all the other mountains seemed to be at our feet. The gentle mountain breeze inadvertently aroused one of us' private songs and caused a throb in our hearts. Each of us took out a few tricks, but on the back, we forgot to go home. Junior high school life is unforgettable, and the past can never come back. What awaits us is opportunity and provocation!