Zengzeng primary school

Among several good friends in primary school 1, Xiaoxiang is the most active and fond of making friends, and she is also the most "magical" because she can make friends of different ages quickly with her enthusiasm, and can also talk about the embarrassment between old friends who haven't seen for a long time.

So, when she told me that she found our childhood friends online, I was not surprised at all.

However, to my surprise, Xiaomei, who used to be shy and thin, has changed a lot now.

She went abroad several years ago. In the video, she looks no different from when she was a child. What changed was her makeup and clothes.

With a long straight hair, you can see at a glance the carefully managed makeup and the strapless skirts in tropical countries.

We just had a few words, and then there was nothing more to say. Basically, I'm asking and she's answering. Seeing the playmate who used to fight often, now she has a sense of alienation in her words, so she doesn't ask again.

So, after a few commonplaces, we ended the chat. About Xiaomei's situation and foreign affairs in recent years, we have learned something from the elephant one after another, and we didn't care much. After all, now we can only be strangers who know each other's names.

Everyone's growing environment and life experience are different, and some emotions will really change, so there is no need to force them.

Once I stayed in the classroom of primary school 2, I always felt a sense of loss. I always looked at the door of the classroom subconsciously, although things had changed, no, things had changed.

Once we didn't have such a beautiful and spacious classroom. At one time, the door of our classroom was always crowded with people. As soon as the teacher finished class, he picked up his things and left. A group of people gathered in front of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. Most of them are boys in the next class.

Then, the people at the door either ask someone to hand a note to someone, or wait for the girl to come out at the door and give a handsome blow. At that time, we were so immature and naive. Sometimes there are so many people who know each other. As soon as they see the familiar figure, the students will look at Jane Doe and encourage her to go out. Jane Doe always calls her best friend shyly. Although her classmates are used to it, she still calls her best friend. Sometimes they quarrel. People in the classroom are more serious about their feelings than about their feelings. What's the story? Well, my own cabbage hurts.

Take a nap in the afternoon and dream of the classroom door. I subconsciously looked at my door. They will never appear again, never again. The feeling that once envied everyone has long been a memory.

What a long distance it was in primary school. People who can't go back to the past have too many experiences and memories of everyone, including sadness and happiness, hesitation and courage. Let's say goodbye to our former selves and keep our memories in our hearts forever.

I used to be timid and introverted. It's unnatural to get along with classmates at school, and I'm afraid to ask questions. I don't talk much to my family at home. In short, I am a girl who doesn't like to laugh, doesn't talk much and is timid. In primary school, because I didn't talk much, I basically didn't have any friends to talk to, and my grades were average. Even if I don't know how to do it, I dare not take that step and go to the teacher or classmates to solve my doubts. Maybe I was really timid at that time. Later, when I was in junior high school, I often hid in the quilt and secretly cried because I was not used to the feeling of leaving home. After a long time, I gradually got used to it. After junior high school, I seem to find it less difficult to get along with my classmates. When I am with them, I am very real and happy, and I feel that my personality has changed for the better, and I am no longer my former self. I still remember that I was happiest when I got together with my friends. There is no bell or homework, just us, just us, sharing our worries, discussing things, eating and chatting, talking and laughing, without any annoying interruptions. Maybe it's not just a party, but an exchange meeting between classmates.

Think of yourself, who used to be quiet and timid. Now think about it, I was really weak at that time. But now I'm different. I have classmates, family and a strong self. How beautiful my memory is, let it be printed in my mind like a landscape. Everyone has his own appearance. Let's bid farewell to ourselves and welcome a bright future.

Once a primary school 4. The earth where we human beings live is a beautiful planet, with blue sky, blue sea, light green grassland and green forest, which makes people dizzying.

This beautiful planet is inhabited by countless humans and countless animals and plants, but humans have invented a lot of air pollution and water pollution on this planet; Convenience items and large-scale electrical appliances that pollute the green space make it impossible for most animals and plants and a few humans living on the earth to survive on this planet because of persecution by carbon monoxide and burning forests. Why are there these natural phenomena? In addition to human inventions, there are human excreta. Waste food will make animals emit methane, because the rest of the food is eaten by animals, so the biggest problem is not the waste gas emitted by electricity, but the methane that we humans give to animals after wasting food, and then the animals release it. If the earth can talk, and the pollution we do is known to the earth, the earth will surely say angrily to everyone, "Don't do anything polluting on me to make my beautiful appearance ugly." Warn us not to do anything polluting again.

This beautiful planet is getting worse now, for example, there are dark clouds in the blue sky; The blue sea turned into a black sea; The verdant grassland has become a tan hay field; There is no green forest. If it is such an ecology, I would rather live a simple life than a life that changes with each passing day, because the earth is retaliating against us. For example, the hundred-year flood in India, the earthquakes in Haiti, Chile and Qinghai are all terrible revenge.

If we want to cherish the earth, we must protect the environment, let the earth survive and leave it to future generations.

Once, the rainbow dream in primary school was as clear as a distant concern, and the seven colors of nature only belonged to the sky after the rain-

I dare not look into your affectionate eyes. Your eyes are a deep and calm pool of clear water. I can't find a ship sailing there to melt the tenderness hidden in my heart for a long time.

Tell yourself a hundred times that you are not the person I should be close to. I can't be too close to you, but when I turn around, your figure is never far away, so my hesitation and melancholy are like the night in Bashan. Li Shangyin is wet again by the continuous autumn rain, and my heart is wet. ...

I stubbornly believe that the original love letter was written by a poet. He used a quill pen, never dipped in ink bluer than acacia, and never wrote it on perfume-filled stationery. I believe he didn't say "dear" at the beginning, but his beginning should be like this: "... the wind is blowing from a distance, a person is walking by the river, the river has wet my trouser legs, the little hoof of moonlight is stepping on the leaves, and there is another one, ah! No, two leaves were trampled down. If you don't come, who will enjoy the moon tonight? ..... "I seem to see him shivering in the autumn dew. Before his sweetheart came, he dipped the quill pen in the water and wrote it over and over again with the paper with the fragrance of soil on the river beach-

Perhaps, fate can't promise for life, so God gave the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon to let two people face each other from a distance and send acacia away. And it's definitely moonlight as cold as water, and it's definitely moonlight as clean as silver-

Therefore, I am determined to stand on the earth and let my body temperature drop slowly in the cold moonlight. Just like this refined moonlight, I quietly looked at the past encounter and wished each other a perfect future, and no longer stubbornly let the temperature return and let the world of mortals stumble-

I used to remember that when I was a child, my family enjoyed a delicious breakfast in the sun in the living room every morning. Everyone is talking about the delicious food on the table and going there at the weekend. Mom and dad talked about the work in the tea garden and listened to me about the little things that happened in the kindergarten. I was so happy at that time!

One day, the cheerful atmosphere at the dinner table stopped, but the parents' faces became dignified. I saw anxiety in my parents' eyes and seemed to tell me something, but soon I knew everything, but I still didn't know what the adults thought. That day came soon, but my mother quietly left without saying a word. On that day, my father and I simply packed our bags and went back to my grandparents' home on the mountain. This time, we are not going back for a holiday, but going home. I was immersed in sadness for a while and often woke up in the middle of the night, but all this happened. Occasionally, I will argue with my father to find my mother, and my grandparents have always comforted me, but I just don't listen to it, and I rushed out desperately to ask for my mother. At that time, my father became very silent and only took us out for a walk occasionally. Once our family went for an outing on a long suspension bridge nearby, and my father said that the people who built the bridge were very powerful. They connected the two ends of the mountain with a bridge, which made it more convenient for people to travel between the two ends. This process is difficult and difficult.

Later, my silent father put all his thoughts into his work, and we were taken care of by our elderly grandparents. Although there is not much economic problem, the harmonious atmosphere at home has become my greatest wish. Once I thought I was the happiest child in the world, with the selfless love of my parents, but all this was like a phantom of a bubble, and I could never recall the past.

The moment I lost you in Primary 7, I lost any expression.

Forcing a smile is always written on your mouth, and real happiness is written on your face.

The despair inside can't be concealed. Losing for a long time leads to insomnia. I can't miss you for too long, only you are sad.

What hurts me is hazy. I am destined to wait and see for you. The distance is my heart.

You may never understand that missing is a kind of pain. When you know what missing is, I'm afraid it's others who miss you, not people who miss you.

When you get to the besieged city of marriage, you painfully find that he (she) is not the person you missed before, nor the person who missed you. It's someone you don't know. Only then do you realize that understanding is not the only way to be together; All love needs is understanding.

You begin to regret; Regret your choice; At that time, people who miss you were already scarred. He is worse than you, and his other half is just a shadow. What a poor shadow, in fact, you also act as the shadow of others; You regret that you were infatuated with the person you missed and didn't give the person who missed you any chance;

It's late, you have a family, and you have the responsibility to love your family. You are no longer qualified to make people who miss you sad. However, he still misses you. You are old under the destruction of years, but you are young in his heart. He will always remember the details you walked together, cherish them in his heart like Jasper, be happy for them and cry for them. You can't help crying for him anymore. He happily wiped away your tears and comforted you. He said he was satisfied because you finally loved him once, at least for a moment. But he died without regret. The greatness of love is not all a happy ending, and every minute together is precious. Those who have loved are more or less brave, because with those who have missed, the world is no longer terrible; But this is sad and noble-people are gone, miss eternal true love and silently call for perfection! ! !

Once elementary school 8 "Liu Hanlin won!" Huh? Who is shouting that Liu Hanlin won? Oh, that's the wrench strength of Liu Hanlin and Ye Guangze! Go and have a look.

First of all, Teacher Luo invited Ye Guangze, who looked at the ceiling as if to say, "Liu Hanlin! Liu Hanlin, don't forget that I am half a head taller than you! " Liu Hanlin seemed to hear it and glared at Ye Guangze, as if to say, "Hum! What is high, strength is the real king! "

"Ready-let's go!" I only listened to Teacher Luo and Ye Guangze compete with each other and take the lead in launching an attack. When Lazer was about to come down, Ye Guangze pulled back his hand with his five successes. In this way, Liu Hanlin and Ye Guangze played dozens of rounds, and the audience clenched their fists. Cheers seem to add enough strength to the athletes. Teacher Luo also clenched his fist and cheered for the players, as if he had entered this fierce and lasting competition. The game is still deadlocked. When Ye Guangze tried to end the game early with his ten skills, Ye Guangze accidentally left the table and fouled. "Liu Hanlin won!" Teacher Luo raised his hand and announced. The students are all happy for Liu Hanlin, but Ye Guangze seems unconvinced and seems to say, "Liu Hanlin, you are just lucky this time. I will win next time!" "Who is afraid of who, don't forget, I am fat, but I don't lack strength!" Liu Hanlin proudly glanced at Ye Guangze.

This is really a power war, a fierce power war! A long battle for power!

Once upon a time, you were with me here and there.

Separation is like a sword, emitting the pressure of blood. I was worried and scared, but it came as scheduled with time.

I was sad for a while and didn't want to face all this. My tears once fell when you were not paying attention. When you were by my side, my heart suddenly hurt. Although this only increases my sadness, I still like to think so.

When no one is around, I think, tears fall on the book. It stared at me, didn't want to disappear, but finally left.

Yes, men don't flick when they have tears, but why are my tears so cowardly?

Close your eyes and fill them with your lasting smile. Friend, I miss you.

You have never cried in front of me. You said the tears were dry and you couldn't cry. I can only smile. Looking at you, I don't want to close my eyes. I'm afraid you will leave at that moment. I don't know when I can see you again. I hate to part. I will engrave you in my heart and turn it out when I miss you.

Once upon a time, it was so beautiful and so happy. I hope time stays at that moment and becomes eternal.

At that time, we were each other's shadows and inseparable everywhere.

How I miss the happiness at that time-because of you.

Separated, brother, take care, let's work together, come on! ! !

Short company, forever brothers.

Live and die together, never leave, okay?

Once the primary school 10 walked in the long river of life, everyone would have a story, either sad or happy, or bitter or sweet, but in any case, I can only wave goodbye to the past, but I hope those once can be stored in the deep heart and become the most eternal scenery of the soul.

Once, we would meet some people and things inadvertently, adding a little oil and vinegar to the plain life, bringing a little surprise, a little happiness and a little sadness.

Once, some people and events appeared in our life journey, and played extraordinary legends in our ordinary life. All kinds of characters were intertwined, forming a beautiful picture of our life stage, which is the most understandable color in our indifferent and colorless life.

Jing M.Guo said: "The things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the days that we will never forget." . I like this sentence very much, but I have always doubted this view. Because it once existed, if you remember it deeply, it must have shocked your heart at a certain moment, so what excuse do we have to forget it? In this bustling and noisy world, everything that shocks you has a reason to be remembered.

The interweaving of joy and sorrow, the alternation of joy and pain, and the lingering of love and hate ... constitute the past in our lives, which is so profound and beautiful that it is a pity to forget it. Then the stories stored in our hearts will always touch you deeply from time to time, and even when things are different, we can find some comfort and smooth the ripples of our thoughts.

The scenery that used to be behind us in this way, and the footprints behind us, deep or shallow, are the most authentic, beautiful and eternal testimony of our journey.

On the day of primary school 1 1, I met you in a poem. There is laughter and sadness in this poem. Meeting is a song. There is a high agitation in the song, so soft and implicit. It is meeting that makes life colorful.

With crying, tears came to this world, this is me, and another person was born in the world. At this end of the world, there is a class of great people whose names are parents. What a good title. Isn't it wonderful that people's lips can make such a sound? When you learn English, who teaches you again and again? Who was holding you carefully when you were a toddler? Sometimes, I hate your nagging again and again. Sometimes, I like the delicious dishes you cook from the kitchen. Sometimes, you really make me love and hate. Maybe, God just arranged for us to meet. When I grew up, I began to learn to ride a bike. People were teetering before I stepped on the pedal. How many times have I asked you to help me, but you refused. You just watched me practice cycling, and you wouldn't even give me a hand. You have been looking at me with encouraging eyes. Later, I learned from repeated falls and finally rode normally. When I saw the meaningful smile on your face, I understood what love was. This could be you. Every time I fight in the sea of books, I hand over a cup of warm tea. If you lose, help me analyze it carefully. When I am hungry, I will send delicious food. Although I let you down and angry, it makes my heart feel warm even in the cold.

Thank you, mom. Be my daughter in my next life.

It took 12 hours to wash away our memories. We will forget many people and things and meet new people or things. We are both happy and sad ... but I remember the starry sky.

It was a summer night, and we put out all the lights in our house. The adults moved out of their chairs and sat on the "small playground" in front of our house. We children climb to the highest place in the house to look at the starry sky and want to pick a star to play with, while adults just come out to chat and don't care about the stars and the moon in the sky at all.

The stars in the sky are big and small, like sparkling gems embedded in the sky. Suddenly, a green dot is moving slowly, huh? What is this? I caught it, and I saw that it was a little bug that could only shine. I heard adults say it is called "firefly". At this time, a group of fireflies were flying and spinning in the air, like miniature ballerinas.

Now that I think about it, the starry sky was beautiful! Plus fireflies add a little light to the darkness, which is really icing on the cake! There is a world of difference between the starry sky once and the starry sky now. At that time, the stars were shining and fireflies were flying happily. Now it is hard to see even a star.

Because the waste and pollutants in the workshop have caused the sky to be no longer "bright", please take care of the environment and return to the original beauty.

Once in the silence of primary school 13, time flowed slowly, listening to the sound of years crossing the palm of your hand, memories were pulled out like this, leaving an empty heart. I don't know when I have said goodbye to those wild flowers in my life.

I once had a dream. I wanted a small house. The fence was full of roses, gorgeous azaleas and silent irises. The slightly faded shutters would look beautiful against the white curtains. In my spare time, I sit on a slightly rusty bench in the backyard vineyard, listening to songs and reading poems, and then the fragrance of small wild flowers seeps into the cotton skirt and stays in those yellowed past events.

Now, my dreams have long been broken in the cruel reality, and the fragments are splashed all over my eyes when I was caught off guard. Those memories and memories like wild flowers also seem to fall off after dusk, forming the sound of life in the cracks.

The death of life, broken dreams, for the time that is gone forever. After that, some kind of sadness welled up from the skin of the corner of my eye, pretending as if nothing had happened, but after things changed, I became unwilling to talk about it again. The irrepressible sense of youth was in the middle of my pupil, but I was at a loss.

Time flies over countless thorns, but when I turned to the moon to read the warm diary of the stars, I stopped in a hurry. However, persistence in life, bright eyes and some dreamlike beauty will not stay, but will only fly with wings.

Farewell, I used to be a fallen wild flower, because the dust in reality will only stain their white petals.

I bid farewell to some innocence and fantasy when I was young and walked on the long road of reality. Let me say goodbye to them, hoping that this wild flower can bloom and sway forever in another corner where dreams are unknown, without dust and deep helplessness.

Once a primary school 14 in the spring of March, catkins brushed gently, and the annual campus basketball league of Xingfu Road Primary School opened. This is a traditional project of our school. At this time, all the basketball players in each class are gearing up. In the afternoon, it's our class's turn to compete with the top teams, Class 5 and Class 3!

The exciting moment came, and we came to the playground excitedly, and the students in Class Three were no exception. Their eyes seemed to say, "You are going to lose!" "Hum, we are not afraid. Although we lost to Class 3 before, this time we want revenge and win!

The game has started, and the strength of Class Three can't be underestimated. As soon as I came up, I lost the ball one after another. Although I only scored two goals, I strengthened my defense and took the initiative to attack. We also shouted on the sidelines: "Come on in five or six!" During the intermission, the teacher explained the strategy to the players and redeployed. In the second half, our class scored a strong goal and the score was quickly tied. It seems that the new strategy has produced results.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "delay time, delay time!" " "Our teacher Wan shouted anxiously," Yes, stall for time, stall for time. "We also shouted on the sidelines, and the players were also very powerful. We used various methods to delay the time.

"Du!" The final whistle sounded, we won, we won! Thanks to the efforts of the team members, we won the honor for the class. We finally got revenge and defeated the former strong man: Class 53!

Grandma Bing Xin once said in primary school 15: "Childhood is the truth of a dream, a real dream, a memory and a tearful smile." Open the photo album composed of memories, and the tears inside tell me that it is precious and called once. -Ming sat by the window again, and the strong sunlight came in, so I had to close my eyes. Ha ha, how beautiful it used to be, no pain of separation, no worries about employment, no regrets about making mistakes ... once, the sky was as blue as it is now, as transparent as a lake, as deep as the sea, oh! I saw white clouds flying freely again, plumes of them, sometimes light and sometimes thick.

Once, I thought clouds must be made of natural silk. The color is pleasing to the eye and the shape is puzzling. Once, I liked its beauty. Now, I like its freedom and carefree. Once, I talked with a pen pal about what's going on in the world. We both love blue sky and white clouds. She said from different angles: "flowers are beautiful because of green leaves, and it is precisely because of the boundless decoration of the sky that white clouds are free." Once, I loved butterflies, although it had wings that could not fly over the sea. Linhai: On the head side, snow-white waves hit, looked up, and big white clouds swam away. When butterflies fly calmly and fearlessly on the rocks by the sea, in an instant, a large number of butterflies float down. I admire them and their indomitable spirit. Once, a friend agreed with me on the shore that we would come back and get together in 10 years. Looking at the sunset, I can't help but sigh: an old friend has gone thousands of miles, and this scene is full of flowers! Three years have passed. Once upon a time, there was too much giving up and too much helplessness. Some people say: it is the past tense, but I know its name is once!