Sweet stories of junior high school students

1. Seeking the love story of junior high school students

Does your teacher have puppy love? Why does he want that kind of love story?

2. Middle school students' stories

One night, I found a black spider making a big net between two eaves in the backyard.

It's hard to answer. Spiders can fly? Otherwise, from this cornice to that cornice, it is more than ten feet wide in the middle. How is the first line pulled?

With this question, I destroyed all the cobwebs in the yard

Later, after careful observation, I found that it took many detours-starting from a cornice, knotting, walking along the wall, climbing step by step, carefully raising its tail to prevent the silk from touching the sand or other objects on the ground, walking through the clearing, and then climbing the opposite cornice, the height is almost the same, or satisfied, and then tightening the silk.

It takes more than half an hour to collect the first silk into a straight line. The subsequent process is generally much faster than the first silk. Although it is very complicated, the spider is very skilled and operates like a happy performance.

Spiders can't fly, but they can make webs in midair. It is a diligent, sensitive, silent and tenacious insect. Its net is exquisite and regular, and Zhang Kaicheng is like a gossip, as if with the help of God.

Such an achievement reminds people of those who are taciturn and some hidden wise men.

So, I remember:

Spiders can't fly, but they can still weave webs in the air. Miracles are caused by persistent people.

3. The story of junior high school students (6 billion words)

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Bruce Lee, in the 1960s, the status of China people was not high, and many actors always downplayed their status as China people. But Bruce Lee prides himself on being the right person in China, saying that he is from China. The most classic sentence in the movie "Jingwumen" is "China, not a sick man", which has promoted the patriotic upsurge of Hong Kong movies. The Huo Yuanjia we are familiar with is the film of that era.

4. Help me make up a love story for junior high school students.

On that day that year, we met. It's like love is coming, just like I fell in love with you at first sight. Love each other silently, like each other silently. You call me a fool, I call you a fool. Idiot, how warm my heart will be if I miss you occasionally. Idiot, I love you so tired, so tired. Idiot, I knew from the beginning that it couldn't end. I will never quit, thousands of people can't escape a sweet word, and we are in a daze.

5. The story of our junior high school students

Hehe, what are you trying to say? I feel I can't remember why I was in junior high school. In the morning, the sound of reading is ringing I often see myself rushing to eat breakfast in the morning. There are queues for lunch and dinner, and there are also queues. Then many boys who washed dishes were robbed. Haha, there were too few faucets to turn on the water. . Hey hey.

6. A story about junior high school students

I have been throwing the ball since primary school. I didn't know what it was at that time. My brother next door often played, so I threw it away. In junior high school, I will be serious and cooperate a little. Playing ball with adults every day in summer vacation is a little better than my classmates, but certainly not the strongest ~ our school is just a very ordinary middle school. But basketball is still very popular, hehe. Perhaps it is also influenced by the NBA. One day, my classmates told me that I was selected for the school team. I was very happy, although it was expected! But still very happy. We went to the game without practicing at all, because the teacher didn't mean to occupy the position at that time. So we are also very relaxed. Before leaving, the teacher told us that our strength is definitely much worse. It doesn't matter if you lose. There is no pressure in our hearts. But I think we are all junior high school students, and our strength is not bad. So I told my teammates in private. We must work hard. We can do it. Because I usually play a little domineering, my teammates are very convinced of me. I shoot with my right hand and hold the ball. Generally speaking, almost all of them are right-handed. But my left hand is also good at layups. It seems that no one can stop it. Am I a little too arrogant? When I arrived, I met the first seemingly strong No.1 Middle School (as the teacher said). Our height is obviously shorter than theirs. (Our teacher who leads the game is T Football, who is almost a basketball player. ) So I told my teammates from the beginning that if you have the ball, you should try your best to break fast. It really worked (maybe it was a junior high school competition, and the defense was not so perfect)

So we won the first game. At that time, we seemed to win the first prize, and the teacher was so happy. After returning to school, it's all NB. But the next day's game hit our morale. Because they invited people from the Institute of Physical Education (I heard they are NB-friendly dealers). After losing the game. Our team only needs to win the last group opponent to qualify. I didn't expect the third opponent to be quite weak. Even the defender I played against said that he would kill me with his eyes (it is true that my son lied). There is no doubt that our group won the second place. The teacher really kept his word and treated us to a meal, but we saw it.

The teacher regretted saying that. Because we have 10 people! One eats more than the other.

It's completely different from the final grouping. But we made it to the top four. In the top four, the opponent is the organizer of the experiment. Who knows, they don't pay attention to the sports institute either. 1.98 Control positions. They are also very flexible, and their players compare variance and make great moves. Judge NND doesn't care who lets people preside over it! We lost, but we were psychologically dissatisfied ~ Hey

I can't help it Then, I heard that there is another team that is third every year (I forget what it is called). Hehe, this school is very action-oriented and didn't invite a sports institute. But the third is the third strength, not the cover. Both defenders have strong offensive ability, but the inside is weak. So the attack point of our school has become the center and me. If he has a double team in singles, pass it to me. If I can vote, I will, because the blue class is guaranteed. So let's draw with them. There is only half a minute left, and they lead us by 3 points 43-40. The ball is in the opponent's hand, and we defend. At that time, I shouted stop! ! Teammates are very face-saving, and they all respond loudly. The opponent SG broke through and was caught by two people, so he broke the ball and took it to the frontcourt for 3 points. The other side fouled. Penalty kicks are added to score goals. Punishment. My teammates came to pick me up. I feel what it means to kill my opponent. Two seconds left. We dropped the defense. Really won a strong team. Cool! ! ! Hehe, the last opponent was our teacher who abstained, because he was the first in the group, because he couldn't win at all. Although I didn't want to, I agreed. Third place. This is my first time to represent the school in the competition, and I feel that it is just a word "cool". Now practice very seriously. I hope to join the high school team.

7. Who can give an example of a junior high school student's love story? The longer the story, the better! !

Once upon a time, there was a girl who fell in love with a boy five years older than him. Girls love boys, and boys love girls.

But because the girl lied to the boy, the boy said to the girl sadly, "Let's break up. I can't stand my woman doing something wrong to me. " The girl knew and told the boy everything: "From beginning to end, I was the only one, and that was also a role I played. I don't expect you to forgive me, sympathize with me or come back to me. " I know I am hypocritical, and my love for you is true. But I just want to get your attention, including that person's business. I don't think you will believe me. I have never loved him, and I only have brother and sister feelings for him. "The girl covered her eyes and knelt in front of the boy and wept bitterly.

From meeting boys to breaking up, in this relationship, girls have cried sadly countless times. Every time she cried alone, she was sad and desperate, but the boy never knew. At the moment when the boy and the girl said goodbye, the girl felt that everything was unimportant, all the happiness and sadness were gone, and only loneliness accompanied her. The girl once said to the boy, "If one day we break up, I will never fall in love with anyone again." Because there is only one boy in the girl's heart, when she broke up, the girl hesitated. Finally, the girl agreed to break up. Giving up is also her love for boys. Girls don't care what boys think, because boys don't love her anymore. ........

The girl feels empty, her mind is blank, she can't think of anything, and she is weak in speaking. The girl's sister didn't want her sister to fall in love early, so she stopped it, but the girl insisted on falling in love. The girl has never regretted it. After all, she loved and was loved. What is the final result? The girl feels very satisfied, because she feels empty, her mind is blank, she can't think of anything, and her speech is weak. The girl's sister doesn't want her sister to fall in love early, but she still insists on loving. The girl has never regretted it. After all, she loved and was loved. What is the final result? The girl feels very satisfied because the boy loves her. ........

Hey, is this okay?

8. Make up a story about junior high school student Lily for |-|

The night is already deep, and the gentle dreams of all things on the earth are blown by the breeze. The stars are no longer blinking and twittering mischievously, but look sleepy; The moon has a hazy smile, and her thoughts are as far away as her eyes. A bunch of lilies were packed in a cardboard box, lying among many companions, and she still didn't fall asleep.

She couldn't help thinking of that moment during the day. In the afternoon, she came to the warehouse of this flower shop. Under the bright white light, she saw herself for the first time: the root is like a garlic petal, with a long stem and many bright green leaves on it, which are spirally distributed; There are many bell-shaped flowers hanging at the top of the stem, and seven stamens appear inside. The bell-shaped flowers are white and pink. She's a little dizzy. Is this yourself? A little excited, a little excited, and a little uneasy, she could hardly think, only felt that she was a beautiful existence. It suddenly occurred to her that before she came to this flower shop, she saw the blue sky through the gap in the carton, and she was even more excited.

In the silent warehouse, the darkness is vast and boundless, and my eyes are still at a loss. Lily is lying among many partners, and a little thought makes it difficult for her to sleep. She couldn't help thinking of the beautiful pictures edited by her eyes in the short light during the day. Her own appearance, blue sky, novel and ignorant world have outlined countless beautiful fantasies in her simple mind.

In her fantasy world, the sky is romantic light blue, the sun is warm golden, the clouds are beautiful like waves, and even the air is smiling, just like the sweet smile of lily. In the silence, there always seems to be some rustling sounds, like a nervous and expectant emotional bug biting Lily's heart.

I don't know when, she is already in a beautiful vase, and there are lilies of various colors alone with her. There is a small card in front of the vase, which says "Lily, unit price 15 yuan/branch."

Lily was squeezed among many partners, unable to move and even felt unable to breathe freely. "God, what shall we do?" She couldn't help sighing.

"Do what?" A bunch of Bai Baihe who stayed here yesterday replied, "What else can we do? Only waiting, waiting for us to be chosen, bought and given to others as gifts. After a while, we withered and became garbage. "

Why? Lily shouted in her mind. She seems to have been poured cold water: "From the moment I opened my eyes, I experienced bumps on the road, a long waiting night and depressed pain. Now I have to learn to accept my fate? " "We are destined to be like this." A bunch of red lilies said, "Let's get together and have a good talk."

9. Happy love stories of junior high school students

Falling in love in junior high school is not a good thing. When I was young, my body was still developing, and it was easy to delay my studies. I still try to concentrate on my studies first.

10. The story of our junior high school

1. The story of our junior high school students, fifteen or sixteen years old, is the flower season. And we, who are in junior high school, are the most dazzling flowers in the flower season. Our unrestrained singing and dancing show youth and the vitality of our blood. Look, those beautiful flowers are telling stories about us, about our junior high school students. Hot summer. It was so hot that people lost their desire to talk. When you open your mouth, the water in your mouth evaporates instantly. However, the boys are playing on the playground as usual. Although they are sweating, they seem to be willing. However, girls are different. After class, they ran to the electric fan and chatted in a circle, talking and laughing. However, there is an egg-throwing ghost who loves to play tricks: well, here comes one, and he runs quietly behind the girls. When the time came, he quickly pulled the rubber band out of the girl's hair, and then pretended as if nothing had happened, which greatly reduced the image of the girl, and her hair hung down almost like a "madman", which made us laugh when we saw each other. What a naughty boy! Look, there is laughter from the other end. What are they doing? Oh, it's flying chess! "Ok, I'll go first." One of my classmates cried with joy (excitement) "Ah, I won, I won." After a while, another classmate shouted, with a happy expression on his face, like a proud rooster. Huh? What are a group of people doing there? Some clever students call this answer: "the living." God, when is this an answer? Isn't that nonsense? hahaha. The students couldn't help laughing. "Guess what! Haha, of course, the living are calling for help! " It's incredible. This answer is really unexpected! Look, this is the story of our junior high school students. Every feature film is full of laughter, which makes people laugh. This is our unique style, let's indulge our enthusiasm and dreams! 2. The story of our junior high school students is like a song: the songs of the first grade are fresh and tender, because we observe the campus with a curious childlike innocence; The songs of the second day of junior high school are full of energy, because we have learned how to face junior high school life directly; The songs in grade three are bitter and a little heavy, because we are overwhelmed by an exam, and everyone has to sing the song of parting. Three years, record growth, friendship and youth. I remember that we just stepped into the middle school campus and looked at this strange and fresh campus curiously. Under the blue sky, we shouted a solid and powerful slogan "12 1" and moved forward step by step; Under the scorching sun, we stood still, straighter than telephone poles, and sweat flowed down, so mosquitoes didn't dare to move when they flew over. Just look at each other seriously. This is the story of military training in Grade One. In this story, we still have no parallel lines that intersect. We are waiting for such a silk thread of friendship to pull me up and close. At the first class meeting, after the class teacher introduced himself carefully, let's take turns to speak and introduce ourselves. Just like every leaf has a different pattern, everyone's introduction style is different. I still remember that she was full of confidence and told her situation in first-class English, which made everyone stunned; I still remember that he had a female name. He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, humorously saying that he was actually a "man". I also remember her clearly, so natural and graceful, and later she was unanimously elected monitor. Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my shyness. At that time, I felt that we were still parallel lines that did not intersect. Sure enough, we slowly tilted and finally intertwined. In class, we like to read the text aloud to amuse the serious physics teacher. After class, we like boys and girls to jump rubber bands together, and our laughter ripples throughout the classroom; On weekends, we like to travel together and feel the tenderness of spring breeze, the brightness of summer, the fluttering of autumn leaves and the romance of winter snow. In our eyes, everything about youth is as clear as the world in a glass bottle. Yes, we let our friendship settle in such a clean world, leaving indelible marks in each other's hearts. The parting bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with sadness. With tears in our eyes, we left our phone number on the alumni record and wrote our blessings. The pages of scented paper are filled with three years of beauty. We don't give up, but writing down different schools on the volunteer list is very helpless. Because we still have a long way to go, let's break up. "The reunion must come in twenty years!" When people say this, they actually have an answer in their hearts: "Of course!" 3. The story of our junior high school classmates (a QQ chat room) Website: Czsdegushi (group announcement: You can only be a master if you eat hard, bravely "kill the enemy" for the young battlefield and work for the "imperial court") Listening to the rain in the window: Hello everyone! I am the owner of the group, listening to the rain! Looking back on the rough three years, I saw through the time, and the time passed. I have to gather here today to tell the story of our junior high school students. Mr. Dongpo: Er ... if you want to talk about it, just talk about the senior high school entrance examination! We are ready to go, all we need is the east wind ringing the bell for the senior high school entrance examination. As soon as the bell rings, we will fight to kill the enemy and seize this tense moment. Snow Dance Breeze: Although the senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner, our past stories need to be discovered. I remember that when I first entered school, I thought junior high school life was wonderful, but after a long time, I felt bored. The weight of study is increasing every day, and even leisure time is occupied. Wandering aimlessly in study. Sometimes I really want to protest, but I remember that junior high school decided the life we chose, so I didn't give up. Liushui: That's right! Feeling (boldness) is the most tiring moment for our junior high school students. Like last Friday, I was looking forward to the bell ringing in the last class, but before long, the figure of the Chinese teacher was reflected in the window. Thick newspapers and newspapers are waving to us. As soon as the bell rang, he strode into the classroom and shouted, Stop! We just sat quietly. He said a lot of things, and finally paper and newspapers flew around like snowflakes, which was really miserable. World No.1: Hi! You are far away from me! Just a few papers last time, I have done enough. Finish writing some, look at the pen, there is no water! I hurried downstairs to buy a pen again, which can be said to be a pen a day! Listening to the rain through the window: I know everyone's hardships and difficulties. After the third year of high school, the homework in high school is more than that. Therefore, we should bite the bullet and be indestructible. As the saying goes, only by eating hard can you become a master. Mr. Dongpo: Yes, we all went through a bumpy road in junior high school. What else is there? Stride forward. No one can stop you from striding forward ... Experience: "Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later"; "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself", and achieve the Zhuang language of "reading thousands of books and writing like a god". 4. The story of our junior high school students: the lights are flashing outside the window and the stars are shining in the night sky. Occasionally, a cicada chirps and a frog croakes, which only makes me feel so relaxed and comfortable ... In the classroom, students are studying hard, or acid, alkali, salt, binary equations, or Tang poetry and Song poetry ... suddenly the power went out and the class cheered. I raised my sour eyes and let my thoughts fly. I forgot what September was like. With curiosity and longing, we set foot on the so-called pure land in junior high school. We are smart, obedient, friendly and kind. We use the child's immature voice to shout out our names at the maximum decibel, and then get away with it. The teacher said that our laughter was beautiful and our smiling faces were sweet ... We always stared at the blackboard with our cheeks propped up and answered the teacher's questions loudly, "Yes" or "No". I forgot what I was thinking and how I managed to get it out of my mouth. Young people never think too much. Rebellion vaguely remembers that September, when we came together again with vigor and youthful music. Our steps seem to be faster and louder. Inadvertently, we started a puzzling quarrel, perhaps just a respectable math problem, perhaps just a joke. Friends always feel separated by a transparent film, and the teacher says that film is called rebellion. We began to sit up, never forgetting to look at the blackboard and take notes. The speed of answering was very slow, because we were brewing an answer and only took a "yes" or "no" (as far as we could). There seems to be a long process of thinking. Rebellion, we seem to think a lot. Steady and clear remember that September, we walked with firm steps, carrying heavy bags and getting together. In the eyes of our younger brothers and sisters, we were tall, chic and full of vitality. In the eyes of teachers, we work hard and are not ashamed to ask questions. In the eyes of parents, we are sensible and obedient, calm and steady ... we begin to stop fighting and being so stubborn. Maybe in a class, we have to answer more questions, but not those simple words. , but a wonderful answer! Stability, we really think a lot. Remember this whole junior high school, remember everything here ... The phone came, "The story of our junior high school students?" I said to myself, looking at these confident faces, I secretly smiled. In fact, everyone is a story ...

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