"Classmate's dream, dormitory love" model essay

Listening to Lao Lang's "You at the Same Table", I suddenly remembered the scenes of junior high school life. ...

In a blink of an eye, three years of junior high school have slipped away quietly. Although I have bid farewell to junior high school life now, I still have too much reluctance and nostalgia in my heart. In the past three years, I have left too many wonderful memories. ...

In the first day of junior high school, the first class was self-introduction, and everyone was embarrassed. The only exception is "Xiao Zhuge", whose fluent language really makes us admire, and his eloquence is first-class. Naturally, she also became the "boss" who led us for three years and became the best old class in our school.

Meeting thousands of miles away is destiny takes a hand. The eight people in the dormitory come from all directions. 4 18 dormitory is our small "home" and Class 5, Grade 06 is our big "home". In this "home", there are happiness and troubles. ...

Sometimes, eight of us will unite to "attack" another dormitory; Sometimes it's "throats", either quarreling with him or quarreling with him, but after half a day's kung fu, we are talking and laughing together again. Every night when it was time to turn off the lights, I was still talking until eight people were arrested and stood by the teacher as punishment. How happy all this is.

One side was in trouble and came from all directions to support us. 12 Wenchuan earthquake touched everyone's heart, and our big "home" also extended a helping hand. Girls take out the money used to buy celebrity stickers, while boys generously take out the money they keep for playing games. Even ordinary "cheapskates" selflessly donate their pocket money, because we know that there are more people in the disaster area than we do. At the same time, every member of our big family is silently praying for Wenchuan. ...

There is also the humor of teachers and old Chinese teachers, which will make us laugh several times every class; The handsome math teacher's rich knowledge makes us admire; A beautiful young physics teacher, and, and. ...

All this, all this, is so worthy of nostalgia.

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It's all over, and now we're breaking up. I really hate to part with it. I really miss it.

Everything in the past has become the past, and it will never return. Only this beautiful memory can be preserved. ...

Part II: Deep friendship with classmates.

Three years of junior high school life, accompanied by fleeting wheels. It seems that yesterday I was the carefree junior high school girl with two braids, and today I will bid farewell to that youthful memory and step into the door of higher learning institutions.

However, although time can change everything, it cannot dilute the deep friendship between classmates and friends; Although space can separate everything, it can't open our clenched hands, because we have the same goals, the same beliefs and bright hopes.

I still remember that on the court where the autumn wind blows gently, the girls screamed for the boys who participated in the tug-of-war, but the "failed" boys still ended in failure. We feel that our efforts seem to have been in vain, and temporary grievances, anger and infinite love for the collective have become an impulse. We had a big fight with the boys. Why don't boys love their classes? But boys' self-esteem is not allowed to be scolded by girls like this. In a rage, they spoke. Don't expect us to cheer for your game tomorrow. However, the next day, on the edge of the stadium, the most energetic group of people were not the male students in our class. The girls were moved and threw themselves into the competition wholeheartedly. "Come on, come on!" They are the loudest cheers on the court. What kind of strength did that rich voice inject into the girls? "Oh, we won!" "The ecstasy of victory welled up in everyone's heart and generated. All the regrets after yesterday's failure have been forgotten. The sincere heart among the students mingled here again, and the estrangement and misunderstanding between boys and girls have merged into ecstasy.

Perhaps it is such a sense of collective honor that has brought us together, left unforgettable memories in the hearts of each of us for the three years of junior high school, and made us truly understand what the friendship of classmates is. It represents not only tolerance, understanding and trust, but also mutual help in study and life.

I've been in poor health, but I just hope I won't be dealt with by illness at the critical moment. But things will not develop according to people's wishes. God just likes to play jokes on you in life. On the eve of graduation, I fell ill in the rain. I lie in bed, feeling depressed and regretful about every day in Lacrimosa. I'm getting depressed day by day, and I even plan to study for another year. At this time, the monitor floated to my bed like a savior. He brought greetings and encouragement from his classmates. He patted me on the shoulder and said only six words: "Don't be discouraged, rush over!" " But it is precisely because of these six words that I rekindled the fire of hope in my heart, and I once again raised the sail of hope for my future life. In the next few days, a lovely classmate will come to make up lessons for me and cheer me up every day. And I will prepare a cup of strong tea, waiting for my lovely classmates. From then on, there will always be two figures writing under the desk lamp: one is explaining carefully and the other is listening attentively. Last time I made up lessons, the monitor personally went out. After the explanation, he picked up his favorite guitar and played a "Sailor" for me. In the silent night, the sound of guitar is so melodious and his singing is so beautiful. I listened attentively, and suddenly felt that our collective was like a ship, and each of our classmates was like a sailor on board. When the sea is calm, we will sing together and talk about our ideals. When the sea is roaring and the wind is whistling, we will join hands, encourage each other and tide over the difficulties together! Oh, what kind of friendship is this? What kind of tacit understanding is this?

I don't know who once said, "The most beautiful flower in the world is a rose, and what is more beautiful than a rose is the feeling of a friend." Yes, but I also want to say: what is better than friendship is the deep friendship between classmates!

Chapter 3: Remembering classmates

Going to the bottom of the river alone is a mystery.

Moonlight is like water, and water is like sky.

Where are the people who came to see the moon together?

The scenery is vaguely like last year.

In the evening, I think at my desk and recall the past. As if an emotional window had been opened in my heart, the past time, like a sweet and pleasant sunshine, infiltrated from there, nourishing my soul and playing with my soul. ...

Fate has brought us together. When we first met, we were strangers to each other, full of curiosity and awe. We know that everyone in this class is very related, so our acquaintance began in the competition. Our classroom is the largest and the students are not noisy, so even after class is over, the classroom is surprisingly quiet. In a quiet environment, everyone worked hard. This class is like a vast abyss. Everyone is knowledgeable and curious, as if they will fall behind when they relax.

Learning is of course a bitter and tiring process, especially in such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon class, some students can't stand such pressure and have various psychological problems. But I adapted well.

At that time, it was not an alarm clock that woke me up every morning, but a dream! I'm afraid I'll recite less texts if I get up late. In class, the teachers' wonderful lecture contents and fascinating lecture methods make me want to stop, and every class is what I expect; After class, the students discussed the problem enthusiastically. Everyone rushed to the office again and again and surrounded it. Let's work together, help each other and improve together. You made me feel the joy of learning,

The power of knowledge. You and I are like sponges, hungrily absorbing all kinds of knowledge. Isn't this the enjoyment of life? We hold hands and talk to each other, like naive children, inviting you to swim in the ocean of knowledge and March on the steps leading to the temple of knowledge, which makes us happy.

We are all a group of children who can learn to play. Whether it's a class New Year's Eve party, a school-level sports meeting, an art festival, or any essay writing, animation and other activities, we all actively participate. I was moved by the strong unity of this class, whether it was the group dance of our military training or the phalanx of the sports meeting. A United collective, its strength is immeasurable!

I like my old class because it gave me a strong sense of belonging. I love the class where I once lived, because there are like-minded dream catchers sitting here; I love the place where I have studied, because of the hard work and simple and pure class spirit here; I love Class One, because there is my inseparable friendship here. I love Class One because it is so harmonious. I love Class One because the teacher goes all out to encourage praise. I love Class One because it shows me my dreams and hopes. I like everything in Class One. ...

Fate separates us again. At the end of the first semester of senior one, I chose liberal arts. From then on, I left Class One and you lovely people. However, my heart has never left you, and this spiritual connection will never be broken. Every one of you is deeply engraved in my heart. We should work hard together, fight hard together, smile like children, and remember the rare friendship between classmates on the road of life together!

"In the past, planting willows, Yi Yi Hannan; Nowadays, every time we land, we are all sad in the river beach; If the tree is still like this, why are people inferior? " The victim is like this. I hope you and I cherish the nostalgia for the past in our hearts, waiting for the Ming Dynasty to cross the horse and charge!

Chapter four: Memories of classmates' names in the storm.

A drama researcher died in Dalian. His name is Ma Mingjie. He was my classmate when I was studying in China Theatre Academy in 1960s. He is not only a classmate, but also a deskmate. In Northeast dialect, he is called "the old couple". After graduation, the students are far apart. Ma Mingjie went to the northeast of Jilin, where he seized the opportunity to consult Gu Jiegang, an expert in classical literature theory. At the same time, he asked Zhang Boju, a Peking Opera literature and history elder who came down from Beijing. Later he was transferred to Dalian. Although Dalian is not the largest city in Northeast China, it is also an important town of Peking Opera. Many famous southern Beijing opera artists often go from Dalian to Shenyang, and then to Jilin or Harbin. Ming Jie is therefore familiar with some famous southern Peking Opera artists in Dalian, and may not be familiar with Beijing and Tianjin, but it is good for him to form his own Peking Opera pattern. Recently, it was his students who helped him sort out his old works and published the Collection of Ma Mingjie's Dramatic Works for him, with 750,000 words in my hand. I thought it was impossible not to write one, so I wrote this article.

After breaking up, we all bumped into our own lives. I wandered around the frontier fortress, and when I was middle-aged, I was transferred back to Beijing and arranged to be a screenwriter in China Peking Opera Theatre. Only then can we get out of the misery and embark on the right path. Later, he joined the Chinese Writers Association and often ran around, increasing various artistic practices and alienating Beijing opera. I once came to Dalian to reunite with Ma Mingjie during the upsurge of reviving Peking Opera in China. At this time, it has been more than ten years since we went to school and applied for jobs.

Good people don't live long. Early last year, Ming Jie died of cancer in Dalian at the age of 70. The biggest impression he gave me was that he was able to combine the "being a man" and "passing on art" of old artists and writers to form his own loom, so that he could jump in and out, and finally get married. He combined the profound cultural roots of traditional operas (including Peking Opera) in Dalian and even in Northeast China, including the wise words he got from his predecessors such as Gu Jiegang and Zhang Boju when he was young, which was thought-provoking. Having said that, I can't help but think of my friend Mu Fanzhong like Ming Jie. Mu Fanzhong was in Macau as a teenager and Dalian as a teenager. So his friendship with Ming Jie developed rapidly. I remember one time I was invited to give a lecture at Sun Yat-sen University in Guangzhou. I wandered around the campus in my spare time and suddenly found that the school bus could reach the customs in Macau and the mainland. As soon as I was smart, I called Brother Mushi in Macau and asked if I could receive me for two days, so that I could see the scenery outside China. Thinking that retirement is imminent, it is not easy to leave the country after retirement. Brother Shi immediately expressed "warm welcome" on the phone, so I hurried through the formalities and took the school bus from Sun Yat-sen University to Macau Customs.

It was summer at that time, and Macau was naturally bitter and hot. Brother Shi shook a big cattail leaf fan, stood on a high concrete platform and looked around, just like a big face in a traditional Chinese opera. Soon after, the mainland discovered the value of Mu Fanzhong, and later held a drama conference, frequently inviting Mu Fanzhong to attend. Mu also worked hard and the paper was well written. I found that after Ming Jie met Mu Fanzhong, the conversation between them was particularly carefree, because Mu Fanzhong was also from Dalian. The conversation between the two people is often mixed with some people and things in Dalian. We even went to Macau together. In addition to sightseeing, I also listened attentively to their conversation, which involved old people and old things in Dalian, but the artistic truth was no less than that of Mei Lanfang and Zhou. I remember one time, Ming Jie and I bypassed Guangzhou on our way home, and really got caught up in this southern country where birds speak. Soon I was homesick, so we both took a taxi to Baiyun Airport (600004, stock bar), only to find that it was a "black" car after getting on the bus. The driver charged us too much money, but I didn't agree, because I have been to Guangzhou to write a book for Sin Nui Hung, and I am familiar with the approximate price of Guangzhou transportation. Even threatened that "your black car interferes with normal business, and I will report it again." That time, because of my insistence, I was finally not slaughtered. Sister Ming originally wanted to come up with some money, because private cars are born to make money. As soon as I heard this, I quarreled with him.

The day after the incident, when I met with Sister Ming again, he took the initiative to "admit his mistake" and said that he had lived in the Northeast for decades. "Unlike you, there are many opportunities to travel from Beijing to the North. You wrote Mei Lanfang, and then you went to Guangzhou to write a book for Sinuhong. It is very important to seize the opportunity to learn about the South. This opportunity to actively participate in life is really something you should emulate.

I agree with Sister Ming from the bottom of my heart. I said, I also got a lot of inspiration from listening to you and Mu Fanzhong talking about Dalian. Dalian is indeed lower than Beijing, but the artists involved in your conversation are not low. It can even be compared with Mei Lanfang and Zhou. Mu Fanzhong later agreed to our conversation: "Add up your conversation and it becomes an absolute truth." We are all very happy and feel that the day has not been wasted. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before I heard that he was very ill, and then I got cerebral thrombosis and couldn't communicate any more. A few days ago, this collection of Ma Mingjie's opera prose was sent to me, and I couldn't help feeling a lot. I wrote the above information, hoping to let him know that his "old couple" are still chanting about him.

Chapter 5: Memories of old classmates.

The most unforgettable thing in my memory is that in the third grade of primary school, two students died within one month. At that time, they were all twelve years old, and the oldest was no more than fourteen.

I remember one day, all my classmates came to school. Only two students didn't come to class, one was Gao Chen and the other was Chen Li. I found that when they didn't come to school, they had already left.

Gao Chen drowned in a small bubble in front of our village. People found that Gao Chen's clothes were stored on the river bank, but people disappeared. So, Gao Chen's father and mother mobilized the villagers to salvage in the river with a fishing net. A fishing net hooked Gao Chen's foot and let the villagers pull it from the bubble to the shore.

Classmate Chen Li doesn't know what strange disease he has. On the way to the hospital, people found Li Chen and Li Chen died.

I remember that Bai Juan, who was with Li Chen, was also my good friend. When I heard the news of Li Chen's death, I was afraid to go to my seat for class. Squeeze into a table with me every day. At that time, I asked Bai Juan, will people be resurrected after death?

Bai Juan said: Don't ask me such a question. Can't you say the word "death"? I'm really scared. From then on, my classmates really died in my memory.

Today, when I saw the emotional gossip section, I thought of my classmates for half a month, which once again reminded me of Gao Chen and Chen Li. I can only sigh at the young life. Sigh the memory left by my classmates.

I remember there were always Gao Chen and Chen Li by the river in the country, under the shade of trees. Gao Chen likes to laugh and tells the children how to play. Chen Li is very obedient and always says I listen to you.

Chapter 6: Remembering classmates

Going to the bottom of the river alone is a mystery.

Moonlight is like water, and water is like sky.

Where are the people who came to see the moon together?

The scenery is vaguely like last year.

In the evening, I think at my desk and recall the past. As if an emotional window had been opened in my heart, the past time, like a sweet and pleasant sunshine, infiltrated from there, nourishing my soul and playing with my soul. ...

Fate has brought us together. When we first met, we were strangers to each other, full of curiosity and awe. We know that everyone in this class is very related, so our acquaintance began in the competition. Our classroom is the largest and the students are not noisy, so even after class is over, the classroom is surprisingly quiet. In a quiet environment, everyone worked hard. This class is like a vast abyss. Everyone is knowledgeable and curious, as if they will fall behind when they relax.

Learning is of course a bitter and tiring process, especially in such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon class, some students can't stand such pressure and have various psychological problems. But I adapted well.

At that time, it was not an alarm clock that woke me up every morning, but a dream! I'm afraid I'll recite less texts if I get up late. In class, the teachers' wonderful lecture contents and fascinating lecture methods make me want to stop, and every class is what I expect; After class, the students discussed the problem enthusiastically. Everyone rushed to the office again and again and surrounded it. Let's work together, help each other and improve together. You made me feel the joy of learning,

The power of knowledge. You and I are like sponges, hungrily absorbing all kinds of knowledge. Isn't this the enjoyment of life? We hold hands and talk to each other, like naive children, inviting you to swim in the ocean of knowledge and March on the steps leading to the temple of knowledge, which makes us happy.

We are all a group of children who can learn to play. Whether it's a class New Year's Eve party, a school-level sports meeting, an art festival, or any essay writing, animation and other activities, we all actively participate. I was moved by the strong unity of this class, whether it was the group dance of our military training or the phalanx of the sports meeting. A United collective, its strength is immeasurable!

I like my old class because it gave me a strong sense of belonging. I love the class where I once lived, because there are like-minded dream catchers sitting here; I love the place where I have studied, because of the hard work and simple and pure class spirit here; I love Class One, because there is my inseparable friendship here. I love Class One because it is so harmonious. I love Class One because the teacher goes all out to encourage praise. I love Class One because it shows me my dreams and hopes. I like everything in Class One. ...

Fate separates us again. At the end of the first semester of senior one, I chose liberal arts. From then on, I left Class One and you lovely people. However, my heart has never left you, and this spiritual connection will never be broken. Every one of you is deeply engraved in my heart. We should work hard together, fight hard together, smile like children, and remember the rare friendship between classmates on the road of life together!

"In the past, planting willows, Yi Yi Hannan; Nowadays, every time we land, we are all sad in the river beach; If the tree is still like this, why are people inferior? " The victim is like this. I hope you and I cherish the nostalgia for the past in our hearts, waiting for the Ming Dynasty to cross the horse and charge!

Chapter 7: Go back to my alma mater and talk about the future with my classmates.

February 20 13 14, the fifth day of the first lunar month, is not only the traditional "God of Wealth Festival" in China, but also the Valentine's Day in the west. On this day, more than 50 senior three students who graduated from 1993 gathered in the senior three conference hall to hold the "20th anniversary party for senior three students"! Attending the party were old classmates and friends who graduated from the 93rd senior high school of Chengzhong Middle School, the current headmaster of No.3 Middle School, Mr. Wei Xianping, Mr. Xu and Mr. Guo, and teachers such as Gan Deshun, Shi, Shi and Zhai.

I haven't seen you for 20 years, and it just happens to be the Spring Festival, which makes the conference hall of senior three full of laughter! The party was presided over by the former monitor of senior three. First of all, President Wei delivered a speech at the celebration. In his speech, President Wei warmly welcomed the returned overseas students and congratulated them on their achievements in their respective posts. When talking about the development and future planning of the school, President Wei deeply hopes that every student should always care about his alma mater and pay attention to and support his alma mater today and tomorrow. Then the former head teacher and teacher Duan delivered speeches, and then the student representatives delivered speeches at the 20th anniversary party. Finally, everyone visited the campus and took a group photo.

When young friends come to meet, it is an agreement, an expectation, a longing, a memory and a witness to the success of their career. Twenty years after graduating from high school, some of them became successful businessmen, some became famous doctors, some became company leaders, and some became hardworking gardeners in the sun. This party makes everyone feel like yesterday. They lamented that although 20 years have passed, the days and nights of three years of high school life are vivid and are precious memories of life forever. At this moment, in this situation, they are deeply grateful to their teachers for their knowledge, the truth of being a man and their belief in loving life. It is their teachers who cast the foundation of life with sweat and the glory of their career with painstaking efforts. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so it is better to learn from it. When visiting the campus, an alumnus said with emotion: "After graduating from high school, I have been busy with my studies and fighting for my career. I haven't had time to go back to my alma mater for 20 years. Today, I returned to my hometown, with a smile on my teacher's voice and face. The great changes in my alma mater have made me love this hot land even more. I sincerely wish the teachers healthy and happy, and I sincerely wish my alma mater a better tomorrow! "

Chapter 8: Feeling and Remembering Classmates

Man is the same body combined with body and will, and will is attached to the body. People can continue to express signs of life in the form of body without will. However, once the will loses its carrier of attachment, it cannot exist independently. With the stagnation of body function, consciousness is also pulled away, and people do not exist.

I received this bad news at the end of my lunch break at noon. Seeing this in the news of Q group, I really have a kind of scolding in the past "shit! Who is so rude! " But I was busy with something and left the computer. An hour later, the bad news was confirmed on the phone. I put the phone down, tears streaming down my face. I ran to the bathroom and cried. It didn't feel real when it came out. Let me assume that you are traveling again. ...

Jing, she is a girl who can introduce herself by humming "Twinkling Star";

Jing, she is a clean girl;

Crystal, her laughter is very attractive;

Crystal, her words are delicate and beautiful+meaningful;

Crystal, superior to our family, gives her a special temperament. At the same time, she dared to say and do it with a little femininity, pouting, wronged and awkward. I remember, including the time when we rented a house outside and worked hard for the postgraduate entrance examination. I still remember the way you burned the oil pan to fry an egg and called Second Sister for help. I remember you taught me to make scrambled eggs with corn kernels, saying that my mother cooked them at home.

I haven't had a chance to practice yet, but I will. When I eat it, I will think of the smell of your frying, and I can't help crying.

Jing, you are the best dressed of the ten sisters in our dormitory. From nail polish to eyebrows to makeup, your photo pose is also the most professional. Now that you're gone, isn't it beautiful? I hope the two days in the hospital didn't cause you a lot of pain. Jing, we will miss you. I hope you can be happy in the other world. You are welcome to burn money for you today. I hope you got it. We finally scattered the petals in the flower bed. I hope you can feel warm in this spring season.

Jing, go well, your life will stop at 24 years old forever. When we are both old and ugly, your smile is still young.

Please forgive me for not crying loudly. My parents are already asleep. I hope your parents can get through the pain of losing you. They will visit you when they go to Nanning.

Although it is clear that the stars in the night sky are very material things to calculate the distance by time, at this moment I really hope that you, like your name, have become stars in the sky, twinkling stars and crystals. Go well.