Yuan Meng No.2 Middle School Composition 1500 words

I was the first to see these four words from a distance. I remember when I was at school, I always felt that these four words gave people a sense of arrogance. No students who love school swear to tell others that they will never come to No.2 Middle School after graduation. Later, I went to high school and college, and then I worked. I am getting farther and farther away from this town. I really didn't have a chance to see the school in junior high school. Occasionally, I pass by once or twice in the car, and I am desperate to take a look. Looking back, I am filled with emotion.

Calculate, it seems that I haven't come back for ten years since graduation. How time flies! No.2 Middle School is a boarding closed school. When we were at school, we cared about you from far and near, and generally stayed at school. The school gate doesn't open until every Friday afternoon, and the students go back to their homes to find their mothers. The quiet gravel road on weekdays becomes extremely lively. In the past, I may be young and take a small step. I always feel that it's a long way home from school. This time, I had the opportunity to get together with some friends from No.2 Middle School, chatting while walking, and arrived at the school gate without taking a few steps.

Since we left each other, floating like clouds, ten years like running water, until finally we meet again! People have changed, things have changed, and the slogans of "a century-long plan, education-oriented" on both sides of the school are like the first sight! Entering the school gate, we looked up at the science and education building. I remember when we were at school, that building seemed to have just been built. After studying for three years, there are only a handful of times to go, and the teachers take the whole class to do experiments. The deep impression here is due to the destruction of public property. We once did an experiment in which hydrogen and oxygen became water. As a result, I smashed a test tube before the experiment started. I haven't figured out how much a test tube costs. A student smashed the alcohol lamp next to me. At that time, the mood suddenly changed from entanglement to balance. ...

Side by side with the science and education building is the teaching building, which is an important stage where we once lived. On the way to the teaching building on the right, you have to pass a flower bed. The old tree in the middle of the flower bed is still the one you remember. It takes ten years to grow a tree. The longer it grows, the denser it becomes, like an open umbrella. I used to go to the canteen to buy snacks, and I used to go through this flower bed. Speaking of canteens, the three bungalows that look a little abrupt are more dilapidated than before, and nothing new is said. They are still unrecognizable wooden lintels knocked down by green paint. After ten years of wind and rain, they stood up, which is a miracle. Because of the school holiday, all three canteens are locked and the front door is deserted. I really want to go to the canteen to buy some candy, instant noodles and drinks.

More than half of my memories are blurred, and I can't remember which class I was in junior high school. I only remember this corridor on the first floor. When I was in grade one, I often traveled from this corridor between our class and the teacher's office. At that time, I was still a modest official-just because I was in physics class didn't mean I was good at physics. On the contrary, the physics teacher said that my grades were not good. In order to give me motivation, I was forced to be placed in the position of class representative. At that time, the physics teacher surnamed Lei, who was about my age now, was a beautiful girl and was very kind to her students. The only regret is that this teacher Lei seldom laughs, so I want to make her laugh. I'm worried that if Zhou Youwang is reincarnated and lights a bonfire, it won't work. Teacher Lei obviously thinks highly of me and thinks that I can make rapid progress by giving me motivation. I am under great pressure. The more I try to study hard, the worse my physics is, and I often fall at the bottom of my class. I spent a dismal semester sending and receiving exercise books behind my back.

To tell the truth, at that time, I was still young, I didn't know how to cherish my school days, and I didn't burn all the bits and pieces that happened at school in my mind. I really don't remember many things, but my friends and classmates often talk about my junior high school appearance. They can tell me in detail which class I am in and even which row I am sitting in, which makes me very moved and makes me really feel that I am a celebrity in junior high school, attracting so many people's attention. Actually, it's just a few short articles. At that time, I didn't get good grades in physics, but my Chinese was not bad, especially when I wrote my composition in Chinese. I don't need to turn over any composition books for reference like other students. My thoughts are like a torrent, relying on thousands of words. It is no exaggeration to use these words to describe me in those days (of course, I am exhausted and full of thoughts now in Jiang Lang). Every time I write a composition, my article is a model essay, which the teacher uses to read to the whole class. I clearly remember that the teacher who taught us Chinese at that time was Zhang Guobing, who seemed to be the vice president of the school. Monta pointed out that I could make progress, for which I have always been grateful. Therefore, during these ten years, I sometimes wrote to him or sent him an email, but now I don't write. My mother thinks too much. When I write to this handsome young teacher Zhang, I am always afraid that I will become a third party to destroy other people's families, and I am too scared to write again.

Because there are no students on holiday, the buildings above the second floor are locked with iron gates, so they can only stand below and look up.