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Fifteen or sixteen years old is the flowering season.

And we who are in the junior high school stage are the most gorgeous flowers in the flower season. Our unrestrained singing and dancing demonstrate our youth and our passionate vitality.

Look, those beautiful flowers are telling stories about us, about our junior high school students.

It’s a hot summer day. The weather was so hot that people lost their desire to talk. When they opened their mouths, the moisture in their mouths evaporated instantly. However, the boys were playing ball on the playground as usual, seemingly quite willingly even though they were sweating profusely. But the girl was different. As soon as get out of class was over, she ran under the electric fan and gathered in a circle to chat, talking and laughing. She was very happy.

But there happens to be a "troublemaker" who likes to come and play tricks: No, here comes one, and I saw him sneaking up behind the girl. As soon as the opportunity was right, he quickly pulled out the rubber band from the girl's hair, and then pretended to pass by as if nothing had happened, causing the girl's image to completely lose her image. With her hair hanging down, she looked like a "madman", which attracted us. Seeing it on the side, I couldn't help laughing.

What a prankster boy!

Look, there was laughter again from the other end.

What are they doing? Oh, it turns out we are playing Ludo!

"Yeah, I'll go first." A classmate shouted happily.

"Ah, I won, I won." After a while, another classmate shouted, with a look of joy on his face, like a proud little rooster.

Huh? What are those people doing there?

"Two people fell into a well. The dead people are called dead people. What are the names of the living people?" It turns out that this is a brain teaser. Well, what is it called?

Some smart students have already called out the answer: "A living person." Oh my god, when is this answer! Aren't you talking nonsense? Hahaha. The students couldn't help laughing.

“You can’t guess! Haha, of course the living people are calling for help!” It’s incredible. This answer is really unexpected!

Look, this is the story of our junior high school students. Each feature film is full of laughter and makes people laugh. This is our unique style, let’s express our passion and dreams!

2． The story of our junior high school students

The story of junior high school students is like a song: the songs in the first grade are fresh and tender because we observe the campus with a curious childlike innocence; the songs in the second grade are full of vitality because we have already Learn how to face junior high school life; the songs of the third grade of junior high school are bitter and a little heavy, because we are overwhelmed by an exam, and everyone has to sing a song of farewell. In three years, growth, friendship, and youth were recorded.

I remember that we had just stepped into the middle school campus and looked curiously at this strange and fresh campus. Under the blue sky, we shouted solid and powerful slogans "one, two, one" and moved forward step by step; under the scorching sun, we stood motionless, each standing straighter than a telegraph pole, sweat dripping down, and mosquitoes flew by without daring to move. They just looked at each other seriously. This is a story from the military training in the first grade of junior high school. In this story, we are still parallel lines that have not intersected. We are waiting for such a thread of friendship to pull me up and get closer.

After the head teacher solemnly introduced himself in the first class meeting, let us take turns to go on stage to give speeches and introduce ourselves. Just like every leaf has a different pattern, everyone's presentation style is very different. I still remember that she was confident and told her situation in first-class English, which impressed everyone; I still remember that he, who had a female name, turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard in a dashing way, humorously saying that he was actually very "manly"; I also remember her clearly, she was so down-to-earth and generous, and she was later unanimously elected as monitor by everyone. Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my own shyness. At that time, I felt that we were still parallel lines that had not yet intersected. Sure enough, we slowly tilted and tilted, and finally became intertwined.

In class, we like to read the text aloud and make the serious physics teacher funny. After class, we like boys and girls to dance rubber bands together, and the whole classroom is filled with our laughter; on weekends, we like to go out together and feel the gentleness of the spring breeze, the brightness of summer, the swirling dance of autumn leaves, and the romance of winter snow. In our eyes, everything about youth is like the world in a glass bottle, clear and transparent.

Yes, we let friendship settle in such a clean world and accumulate traces in each other's hearts that will never fade away.

The farewell bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with sadness. With tears in our eyes, we left our phone numbers on the classmate list and wrote our blessings. Those pages of slightly fragrant paper are filled with three wonderful years. We were reluctant to give up, but we wrote down different schools on the application form, which was helpless. Because we still have a long way to go, let’s say goodbye. "We must come to the class reunion twenty years later!" Everyone said this, but in fact they had already answered in their hearts: "Definitely!"

The lights outside the window flickered, and the stars in the night sky also twinkled. , occasionally a cicada chirped, and occasionally a frog croaked, I just felt so refreshing and comfortable... In the classroom, the students worked hard, either on acid, alkali and salt, or on binary equations, or on Tang poetry and Song lyrics... Suddenly, there was a power outage. There was a burst of cheers from the class, and I raised my sour eyes to let my soul fly for a moment.

Childish

Forgetting what kind of September it was, we set foot on the pure land of junior high school with curiosity and longing.

We are obedient, friendly and kind-hearted. We shout our names at the loudest decibel level with the tender voices of children, and then mingle in confusion. The teacher said that our laughter is very beautiful, and our smiles are very sweet...

We always hold our cheeks, stare at the blackboard, and answer the teacher's questions loudly, "yes" or "no" ". I forgot how I was thinking and how I blurted it out. As young people, we never think too much.

Rebellion

I vaguely remember that September, we came together again with a sense of vitality and accompanied by the music of youth.

Our steps seemed faster and our voices louder. Inadvertently, we started an inexplicable quarrel. Maybe it was just a superficial math problem, maybe it was just a joke. Friends always felt that there was a transparent film between them. The teacher said that film was called rebellion.

We started to sit upright, not forgetting to look at the blackboard, not forgetting to take notes, and the speed of answering was slower. That was because we were preparing the answer, even if it was just a sentence of "Yes" ” or “isn’t”. There also seems to be a very long thought process.

We, the rebellious ones, seem to think a lot.

Steady

I clearly remember that September, we took firm steps, carried heavy luggage, and gathered together. In the eyes of the younger students, we were tall, chic and full of vitality. ; In the eyes of teachers, we are active and hard-working, and we are not ashamed to ask questions. In the eyes of parents, we are sensible, obedient, calm and steady...

We began to stop being so noisy and stubborn, maybe in a class , we have to answer more questions, but they are no longer just a few words. , but a wonderful answer!

Steady, we do think a lot.

Remember this entire junior high school, remember everything here... A call came, "The story of our junior high school students?" I said to myself, looking at these confident people Face, I smiled secretly, in fact, everyone has a story...

The sunflowers blooming in midsummer, full of vitality, they sing towards the rising sun with hope, singing the gorgeous and grand stories of the times. The ballad sings the long, graceful and delicate poems of three years, and sings the wonderful and wonderful stories of our junior high school students.

(1) Ballads

We who have just graduated are little drummers, playing the brisk time, composing the prelude, and walking into the gate of junior high school. Everything is so fresh, like our fresh dreams. Rows of "sunflowers" are doing military training under the scorching sun. Some stick out their tongues like puppies and droop their heads; some touch their bellies like little bears, squinting their eyes and snoring drinks. No matter what happens during the day It’s hard work. I didn’t tell ghost stories endlessly at night. Finally, I fell asleep sweetly with a book on my pillow. In my dream, I saw a vast playground... This song is lively and lively. The elves of summer nights have stolen our dreams. Wrote it into this ballad.

(2) Long poems

Some people say that junior high school students are not as innocent as elementary school students, and not as calm as high school students. We who are between innocence and calm are all little poets , writing long and melodious poems without sleep or food.

From then on, the endless test papers became the manuscript paper for our practice, and the books we picked up at hand were the tools we must use; the pen in our hands kept "swishing", and the dream was no longer a vast playground, but bright red results on the score column. From beginning to end, we use our efforts again and again to interpret the rhyme of each poem and the connection of each word. This is our poem. We cannot create life, but we can create stories. This is the accumulation of our stories, brewing into a long poem, "moved" to the paper by the pen in hand, melodious and graceful.

As we are about to spread our wings and fly high, who can stop us? The voices and smiles of the teachers and classmates, and the stories that happened with them are the truest songs and the most beautiful long poems.

The setting sun is so dazzling, and there is a sense of sadness on the tip of the nose, which makes people wonder. These stories have turned into sunshine, and the sunset is shining and the silhouettes are mottled.

The sunflowers continue to sing, they want to finish this grand ballad, finish this exquisite long poem, for our story, quietly surround the beautiful outline of the junior high school, with a mature golden As the end of the story, the fruit exudes a moving fragrance on a sunny September day...

In full bloom, sunflowers.