Composition The Clock in the Third Grade of Junior High School

When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I resented that the ringtone squeezed life into standing and sitting down, and the longed-for weekend rest was even more busy; I always felt that the knowledge in class was too cumbersome, and I just wanted to find a bit of freshness in novels. . This is how I felt when I was in the third grade of junior high school. Taking a break at noon and seeing no one around, I picked up the long-awaited novel and read it with gusto. However, great joy brought about sorrow, and suddenly a big hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched the book away. "Don't make trouble, give it back to me quickly..." While rushing to grab the book, what? teacher! "I'm quite free. I still have time to read this." The teacher looked angry, and although the words he said were not very harsh, they were enough to make people's hearts tremble. Several classmates were snickering. "Let's go to the office." This is the routine. I had no choice but to take a trip. It seems that if books are confiscated, people will be punished. Alas, the black lunch break! On Friday afternoon, it is customary to take a night off to go home and rest. Before the bell rang, the math teacher conjured up a lot of mimeographed test papers like magic, two for each person. Of course, the physics teacher was not to be outdone and did the same thing. The foreign language teacher was even better, with mimeographed test papers plus dictation of the text; only the Chinese teacher was considerate of us, " Everyone is working very hard, and we only have one essay of more than 600 words. "Oh my god, but we only have one night to rest!" Looking up at the door, the class teacher who took over the chemistry class was already waiting to give a summary. What he was holding in his hand was clearly a stack of homework books... In the third grade of junior high school, time was tight and there were so many homework assignments that it made people nervous and breathless, but there were also moments of happiness. In the history class, the teacher talked about the founder of Buddhism, Gautama Siddhartha, whose other name was Sakyamuni. It happened that there was a classmate in the class named Mou Li. As soon as get out of class was over, everyone gathered around her and said, "I have been my classmate for more than two years, and I still didn't know that you were the famous Tathagata Buddha, the founder of Buddhism." From then on, her classmates called her "Master Buddha." . Life in the third grade of junior high school contains distress, helplessness, and joy, but it is mostly filled with hope. After next June, I believe that hard work will pay off well. Looking back at the third grade of junior high school at that time, everything will be so fascinating again. My life in the third grade of junior high school: several times the mountain flowers bloom, several times the sunset is red, several times the snowflakes fly, several times the wind and rain are thick. Time flies, and I have become a junior high school student. Junior high school is like a beautiful life track, and the third year of junior high school is the sprint stage of the race. Naturally, life in the third year of junior high school is different. Please see: ***A Good Night The moon changed into silver clothes, and night fell. The auditorium was full of colors, the sweet and melodious songs lingered in the air, the humorous cross talk attracted admiration, and the lively dances exuded youth. This is a Mid-Autumn Festival party! The students sometimes entered the palace of literature, and sometimes came to the world of art. They admired it with all their attention, their faces flushed slightly with excitement, and their hands turned red. Familiar music sounded, it was "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night", Zhang Ruoxu's picture of "The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide." appeared in front of my eyes, so beautiful! What an unforgettable night. Mixed with bitterness and bitterness, I came to school with heavy steps, and the tiredness on my face was vaguely visible, all caused by the difficult problems. I carefully asked my deskmate: "How much time did you spend doing the questions?" "It was miserable. It took a full four hours and twenty-five minutes and sacrificed tens of thousands of brain cells." Ha, each other. "What's the number?" I asked. My deskmate looked at my homework, then at my classmates’, and mercilessly sentenced me to death, “Your thinking is wrong, I’m just like everyone else.” After that, my heart sank, and I forced out a wry smile: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard." The lovely teacher's class bell rang, and the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom with a bright smile on his face. "Baby, it's time for class." You are very surprised by the teacher's name, but she did call us "baby" like this. "Baby, work hard." "Baby, good job." This is the Chinese teacher: a kind face, still retaining a childlike innocence in his 30s, and talking to us like a cute little white rabbit. No, she walked up to me and said, "Baby, you didn't do well in this exam. Keep up the good work!" She also winked and the whole class laughed. Hard work Most of the classroom lights are out, but only the offices and competition classes are on. The students are studying by themselves. If they have any questions, they can ask the teacher. The preliminary round started in a few days. Rong Guotuan said: "How many times can we fight in life? If we don't fight now, when will we fight?" For this reason, we have put in hard work and sweat. No matter what the outcome is, we will smile at the future, smile at life, and be proud of the world. Life in the third grade of junior high school is a kaleidoscope, colorful, we are nervous but fulfilling.

The third grade of junior high school is a stone, it is the spark that polishes my feet; the third grade of junior high school is a fire, ignites the lamps that light my progress; the third grade of junior high school is a lamp, illuminating the long road of my exploration; the third grade of junior high school is a road, leading me to climb The towering peak of life. Let us continue to work hard and say loudly and proudly: "To count the famous people, it depends on the present!" My life in the third grade of junior high school "You are a student in the third grade of junior high school, don't listen to the music!" With that, my mother took off my headphones and put them on. The tape was taken out of the repeater and replaced with an English tape. The volume was turned up to the maximum, for fear that others would not know that I was practicing speaking. This set of quick movements is really impossible to master without practicing for ten days and a half. This is a "martial arts" that parents of junior high school students must practice. With this set of martial arts, pop music will no longer disturb our busy life in the third grade of junior high school. Because of it, our life in the third grade of junior high school has lost its luster. The only thing we can do now is to use our own sweet singing voices to sing our own life in the third grade of junior high school. Critical period: Elva Hsiao's "The Title Song of Love" The first and second days of junior high passed by peacefully. At that time, I didn't care about my studies. I should play anyway, and I didn't know what I should do. The third year of junior high school is the most critical period in junior high school, the "main" period. If I don't study well, I will be doomed! Piles of homework and exercises, sometimes you really don’t know what you are doing? "What am I singing, what am I doing? It turns out you are my hit song." Between classmates: "Cold to the End" by Yu Quan Wow, this sudden change makes your whole body numb. My dear classmates are no longer the lively little birds they used to be. Each one of them has become a veritable "bookworm". Everyone also held a "stay-up-late-night competition" in private, and new "giant pandas" were born every day. If someone tells a joke at this time, he will be glared at by more than 40 pairs of eyes in the class, and there seems to be a little bit of hatred in the process. It's sad, my close friend is like "I would rather you be cold to the end than make me sad day and night." Between Men and Women: Li Zhenxian's "Easy with Beauty" Maybe we have really grown up and matured, and there is an uncontrollable desire in our hearts. Although the teacher's strong stop is there, they still can't overthrow their firm belief. From time to time, "Easy with Beauty", it's a man or woman. A must-read course for students! Recalling the past: Jay Chou's "East Wind Breaks" I miss the past so much. In the past, we were carefree, but now we are suffering from "mental torture." In the past, although there was noisy in our lives, it was happiness, but now every monthly exam is Results will destroy you at any time. Just like Jay is recalling "Who is playing a song Dongfeng Po on the pipa". The arrival of ideals: "The Fruit of Midsummer" by Mok Wenwei Perhaps, a year's hard work and dedication are enough for us to succeed. This is the fruit we have sacrificed everything for. It is colorful and sweet and is perfect when it matures in the midsummer season. At that exciting moment, we held the admission notice, "You look at me, I look at you", and we sang together about our new life!