The ninth grade unit composition time is like a song.

Year of ninth grade unit composition, such as Song 1 year, one; People, fill in the words. Both. This is a song.

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There are too many inequalities in this world, and one of the things that * * * enjoys is time.

It must be a miracle to be able to talk and laugh now. I can't help thinking, what have I filled in these years?

From one to five years old, it is an innocent song: to seek more knowledge with the best knowledge in the world. Stumbling, but it is so natural, that is, I really took an oath, spontaneously, happy when I want to be happy, crying when I want to, without the expression of hiding a knife in my smile, without the illusion of taking part in accidental amusement, without the sadness of gloating. There is no poison to stab in the back. True freedom comes from innocence. In my heart, a transparent glass bead is far more valuable than a diamond.

Six to ten years old is the song of friendship: I understand that friendship is the most powerful ally between heaven and earth, sharing weal and woe is sweet; I have a deep understanding of family ties, and my parents' love for me is not taken for granted. In their world on a par, in a relatively carefree space, I am not an emperor, but I am equal to them. Feel the competition, people are the shortest in the world, and people will never lead. Close confrontation again and again means progress; Overtaking and coming back again and again depends on diligence; Time and again, the steps after others are the foundation.

Ten to fifteen years old is the song of learning; A new definition is an opportunity for me to go up a storey still higher. One new course after another is the foundation of my future. A pen, taken away on paper, leaves ink, which is an achievement. Without stopping, I walked away, for more. ...

Time is like a song, whether you are confused or firm, whether you are happy or sad depends on yourself and the words you fill in. The portrayal of the past is also the concentration of tomorrow.

The ninth grade unit composition time is Song Like 2. Looking back suddenly, three years passed quickly. Three years in junior high school is only a fleeting moment, but it records too many beautiful and sad experiences. My junior high school life is like a song of years engraved in my memory. Now I gently put this record on the phonograph and quietly relive this familiar melody-

The melody of the seventh grade is soothing and cheerful. I am full of curiosity and joy about junior high school. In my eyes, new discoveries are made every day-I marvel at such a beautiful row of begonia on campus; I find that military training life is so desirable; I learned that there are so many mysteries in biology. At that time, I felt everything around me with the purest heart, like a carefree silly child, and wasted my beautiful youth without hesitation or stint.

This year, I look forward to, I sing, I sing happily.

The melody of the eighth grade is very calm and slightly sad. A small mistake caused a deep gap between my classmates and me. I suddenly changed-from a naive child who loves to talk and laugh to a brooding teenager. In the face of my classmates' "beating my chest and pointing fingers", I chose to bear it, because I knew I had no power to argue at all. This year, in the eyes of others, it is the same. It is beautiful and natural to go to Qiu Lai in winter; However, I am different from others. The lonely wind and bitter rain at dusk, the withered begonia petals and the pieces of residual clouds in the air will arouse my infinite feelings and touch the weakest corner of my heart.

This year, I was disappointed, I sang and I was lost.

The melody of the ninth grade is exciting and tense. That longing, that disappointment, has become history. The pressure brought by the senior high school entrance examination made me feel the burden on my shoulders immediately. However, the senior high school entrance examination also gave me motivation to study. In order to take the senior high school entrance examination, to live up to teachers' expectations, to repay parents' care and to achieve my ultimate goal, I fought bravely and made unremitting efforts. Of course, besides, I have no choice but to give up a lot of things I cherish, but I firmly believe that my efforts will be rewarded. I believe I will get better and better in the future.

This year, I ran, sang and sang confidently.

The three movements flowed away gently like water. I carefully removed this record and put it back in my backpack. After this little pause, I will once again embark on the road of youth and sing bravely. I know that the hurried years will engrave my every move, every word and deed on this record for me to savor and listen carefully.

Time is like a song 3. Silent years are like mercury falling from your fingertips. So gentle, like the night retreating into dusk, quietly taking away silky memories. Open your hands, you can't see the trace of time passing, and the harmonious rhythm rings in your ears. Time used to be a song.

"Ding-dong, Ding-dong ````" resounds through the long night of the years like a song, just like a clear spring. Yesterday's autumn wind and autumn rain filled my mind instantly. I have insomnia every night. What should I do? Laugh to death. "The world is big, where is my place?" Years, years, stop the rhythm of your playing and give me a moment to think deeply, so that I can fully understand whether to choose life or let life dominate us and look back. Year after year, every moment you walked, every step I walked, never left a trace.

It's like singing and vibrating the eardrum, so it's thought-provoking, but there's no trace to be found. What I remember is only the melody that shocks my soul.

"There is always sunshine after the storm, and there is always a clear sky behind the dark clouds." Time is like a song echoing in the blue sky, just like a sentence waking up the dreamer. The vague memories of the past disappeared in an instant. Bathed in the breeze, how to sail and sail in every short day. Smile and be confident. Even though the years are like songs, I still feel the notes beating. Years, years, let me surpass myself and pursue my dreams. In the cold winter, looking at the Dream Palace, year after year, every second you beat, every footprint I step out, is shining with warm sunshine.

It's like a melody, echoing in my ears. So tempting and considerate, gently brushed my cheek. I feel that the years are refreshing my memory, and that wonderful song is always provoking.

There is a feeling that it is wonderful; There is a tacit understanding, called tacit understanding; There is a yearning, called endless; There is a feeling that the years are like songs.

Time is like a song, stirring my heart!

That's a song.

That's a soft song.

It was a song-like time.

The ninth grade unit composition time is like a song. 4 junior high school for three years, saying that the length is not long, saying that it is not short. It seems that yesterday I was still looking at the glittering Chinese characters in front of the school, but today I have to meet the senior high school entrance examination and leave here, filled with sadness. Thirdly, record three years of anecdotes as a souvenir. Time is like a song. This is my junior high school life.

Lesson one

In the first class, the excitement of meeting new classmates is still lingering in my heart. I still remember those young girls who read their names out loud in order to make everyone remember them, and made up interesting sentences to introduce themselves. Those green faces, with curiosity, are firmly in my mind. Calling the wrong name again and again has caused many jokes. However, we are eager for friendship, and it is really not easy to finally remember names and corresponding faces. Because of fate, we are in the same class, meet, know each other, know each other and intersect. Like an andante, like a song, we have friendship.

sports meeting

We are different on the playground. We are full of energy on the court, not as bookish as usual. Sprint and fight explosively; Long-distance running tests will; High jump is like a fish jumping a dragon; The long jump is as light as a race against time on the court. The team spirit is beyond doubt. The tacit eyes, the roar of hard work and the white chalk marks recorded on the sidelines are not very clear, but the cheers of victory are like in our ears and belong to our memories. There are also failures, who can not fail? But how can a failure that has been fully prepared not be a glorious failure? Like Allegro, this is our spirit in the years of songs.

Private dormitory

Dormitory is strange to me. A high bed and a cupboard full of things are like another home. Five strange girls became my roommates and my friends and relatives. They live together, eat together and often have a room full of laughter. Whispering after ringing the bell at night, snickering and whispering, talking softly about the students in individual classes who look like stars, which songs are good, seeing a funny joke, who happened to see an embarrassing thing, and who broke the cup clamoring for someone to pay for it ... until menstruation heard it, she knocked at the door and hid under the bed, and stopped snickering. Up to now, we are all familiar with each other. We wrote more Christmas cards and "extravagant" gifts than other students, and we were inseparable. This is an example of girls distinguishing their friends, and we are no exception. If someone asks why you have such a good relationship, we will proudly answer: We are proud, we come from 108! Just like a humorous song, in the years of the song, this is not only friendship, but also similar to family.

Junior high school life, like a stall, is unforgettable.

Time is like a song. Time flies. My junior high school life has passed unconsciously 19 years. I will never forget the road I took to school with pancakes on my back, my friends who studied and played together, and the string of astringent mulberries. ...

1983 went to junior high school. At that time, my family had a small population and earned less work points in the production team. I clearly remember that one year my family only distributed 60 Jin of wheat. In such a poor situation, my father resolutely let me go to Ningyang No.1 Middle School, which was the best junior high school in the county at that time. At that time, I didn't have the money to buy a bicycle. I ran back and forth for more than ten miles, carrying two bags behind me, one for textbooks and the other for pancakes. If a dormitory has students with beans and pickles, that is the greatest luxury. Roommates will soon turn on the lights together, and then discuss the study problems with satisfaction. At that time, eating a bowl of Chinese cabbage for 50 cents a week was already a very rich food! Many times I wonder how good it would be to have a full meal!

I will never forget those teachers who are knowledgeable and noble in personality. They all like me, a bitter child, and care about me especially in my study and life. I remember that Chinese teacher Jin talked to me many times and encouraged me to learn Chinese well, which finally put me on the road of Chinese teaching. Teacher Ning, the head teacher, observed that I was addicted to chess and taught me: "It's good to have a good hobby, but you can't indulge in it. It made me understand the truth that everything is animistic and I dare to drown. After that, I studied hard and finally got into the senior middle school of Ningyang No.1 Middle School with excellent results. Looking back now, I am really grateful to the teachers, who guided me on the right path of life.

I will never forget that string of astringent mulberries. The west of Ningyang No.1 Middle School is Guanghe River, and there is a mulberry forest on the east bank. In the afternoon, our classmates often go to school. It was an afternoon in May, and we found that some mulberries began to turn red, and all the green ones were red. Our mouths were watering, so we took action at once and took them off and stuffed them into our mouths. "Wow, it's too astringent, it's not ripe yet! We shouted in unison. " No, look, old man Lin is coming! I don't know who shouted, but we ran away in despair. I ran away with a shoe. Unexpectedly, the next day, the old man asked each classroom with a shoe in his hand and finally found me. I was very moved at that time, but I didn't say a word of thanks. Now that I think about it, I still feel guilty. Grandpa, can you forgive an ignorant child at that time?

I am 32 years old, and I really have mixed feelings when I think back to my junior high school life. There were happy times and hard life, but I will never forget that time, which left a deep imprint on my life. ...

Years are like a song, six years are like a song, life is like a dream, and when a song ends, you wake up after a dream, leaving only good memories.

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Three years passed in a hurry, like running water, silently, without a trace, causing ripples and opening an ancient song, just in front of us. Looking at the past days seems to be yesterday. Now there seems to be countless silk threads in students' eyes, which can't be sorted out and kept cutting. I want to say it together, but I don't know where to start, but I will definitely remember "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor."

Think about it, the leisurely life in grade one is still fresh in my memory.

In the autumn when the wind is light and the clouds are light, we gently walked into the school gate of junior high school and started a new journey. The relaxed junior high school life makes us get to know each other and get together in happiness, and the evening self-study in senior one makes us happy and excited. Before evening self-study, we always dragged our new friends around the playground, talking about this for a while, talking about Doby for a while, smiling and leisurely, until the bell rang, they returned to their seats uneasily, and actually started a "concert" in the classroom, forcing the monitor to play the long-lost "Lion Roar", which temporarily extinguished the spark of excitement.

Happy days always pass so quickly that they pass in a blink of an eye, leaving this unforgettable happy music.

Think about it, the youth life of the second grade seems to be yesterday.

It's another autumn with high skies and light clouds. Those smiling faces look familiar, but they are unfamiliar. In the past, the playground of "yellow sand" has become a lawn as vibrant as the outside and the inside, and we no longer have the heart to trample on it. By the second day of junior high school, there was no evening study. We have no place or time, and gradually "speak the same language". We are all alienated, far away. Sometimes I wonder: do people like the new and hate the old ... but time has given me the answer I want: indifference is temporary and friendship is long-lasting; Misunderstandings are gray, but memories are beautiful. Friendship is as mellow as wine. Although it is full of loneliness when it is old, the fragrance is enough to smell ten miles at the moment of opening.

Life in the second day of junior high school is like a deep tune, deep and excellent.

Think about it, the stressful life in grade three is full of vitality!

It's still autumn, but it seems that summer is not over yet, and the hot and tense atmosphere has not dissipated. There are also a flood of exams that make people unprepared. A "wise man" said: "The monthly exam is a piece of cake, the middle school entrance exam is ordinary, the final exam is luxurious, and the middle school entrance exam is full of Chinese and Korean." As soon as the exam arrived, we got busy: let's have a "last-minute magic knife" first. As the saying goes, "sharpening a knife does not mistake a woodcutter." Alas, let's make a psychological comfort prayer: "God, bless your children in bad karma, and the test paper should not be too difficult." Amen. " As a result, the test paper was handed out, and there was only one word "dizzy". Man is iron, rice is steel, and he was so hungry that he didn't eat a meal. But this "rice" is too hard to swallow? It may be "indigestion", so there is no way but to "wipe your head and bow your head". Our fighting spirit was completely inspired by the "Man-Han Banquet" and we were full of energy, which also pushed the song "Years" to a climax and was full of passion.

Time is like a song, like a cheerful song, which reminds me of the past. Time is like a song, like an astringent old song, which makes me understand that bitterness is also an essential seasoning for life; Time is like a song, like a rock music, full of energy and confidence.

Finally, I send you a bunch of forget-me-not grass. Its flower language is: Please don't forget me.

Please don't forget me, please don't forget the past, cherish it. Let's join hands, March towards a better future and sing the songs of the years!