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We also have fun

Even though we are a group of junior high school students who are busy all day long and don’t have a moment to rest, I want to tell you that we also have fun and happiness.

In the past few weeks, we were preparing for the upcoming exams - exams, exams, review, review, we wrote and did it mechanically; when we got home from school, we finally finished it After finishing homework, we still have to do extracurricular homework assigned by parents. If we do not do well in the exam, we will be beaten and scolded, but we must accept this cold reality.

One day after school, I hurried home. I remembered that there were still a lot of things (homework) to do today, so I couldn’t help but speed up my pace. At this time, a burst of music and laughter came from the roadside. I couldn’t help but stretch out. When I went out to look, I saw a group of old uncles and a group of old aunts dancing in the square together. I saw an old uncle dancing with difficulty. His dance steps were so clumsy and there were big beads of sweat on his head. They can all be regarded as fair-haired and young-looking! At this time, there was an old aunt who wanted to learn belly dancing, but she couldn't do it by twisting her belly vigorously. Instead, it made everyone laugh, and my mood calmed down, and finally I started laughing too. It also stopped long ago. At this time, I seemed to have forgotten everything and myself, and my thoughts pulled me back to my childhood...

At that time, my friends and I loved listening to music, singing and dancing. My grandparents always like to drag me to watch them dance. Although they are old, their hearts are still full of innocence and innocence, which makes their lives more fun.

My thoughts at this time pulled me back. I looked at my watch and suddenly realized that fifteen minutes had passed. I didn’t care about admiring it and hurriedly ran home. I opened my schoolbag and took out my homework, but the figures of those old uncles and aunts appeared in my mind...

Although we are a group of busy junior high school students, there are also many interesting things in our lives. I want to say: "We also have fun!"

2. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun lazily shines on every corner of the ground, and the golden light is like a harvest of wheat pressing on my heart, It was so dull that I couldn't breathe.

"Two papers for mathematics, two papers for physics, one paper for chemistry, and one paper for Chinese..." I silently counted my homework, and from time to time I heard the students next to me whisper. curse. Yes, another "fulfilling" weekend, "Hey!..." I sighed helplessly. Since entering the preparation stage for the high school entrance examination, my life has no more fun.

Carrying a heavy schoolbag, I walked home alone, and what I couldn’t forget was next week’s exam.

Every day when I go home, I have to pass a small bridge. There is flowing water under the bridge. The water is not clear and turbid. But every time I pass by here after school, a ray of sunset will shine on it. It will reflect the crimson color, which is a unique sight. During the rush hour after get off work, pedestrians and vehicles rush to and fro on the road, creating a hustle and bustle. But when we walk to the square under the bridge, the noise of the vehicles is always suppressed by a burst of lively music. It's evening, and the "nightlife" here starts again on time.

I usually walk fast, but when I pass by here, I always don’t hear or see. Today, somehow, after being attracted by the music, I actually slowed down and stopped to watch.

The small square is not very big. It is surrounded by some rest benches in a circle. There is a small flower bed behind each rest bench. Some plants and flowers are planted in the flower bed, and the warm sunset shines on it. Above, the color is slightly darker than during the day. But this artistic conception is really incompatible with the activities of the characters here.

There is a group of older "dancers" gathered here. They stand in a three-row square. At the front of the square there will be a teacher who leads the dance. This teacher wears professional dance clothes. , the movements are very standardized and in line with the dynamic music rhythm. The whole body exudes vitality, which is in sharp contrast with the white hair on the head. The other old people in the phalanx were also full of emotions and had a strong sense of rhythm. Of course, there are also people with slightly less technical skills: an old man in his sixties, standing in the last row of the team. He seems to have just arrived because he is not very familiar with the dance steps. He looks at the dance partners on the left and right from time to time, following the rhythm. After that, she danced gracefully, but always a little too slowly, causing bursts of laughter from the old man next to her.

Slowly, I was infected by the atmosphere here. My mood gradually changed from impetuous to calm. Compared with the elderly, I am a teenager who has more capital and conditions to show off my vitality than them, but I feel sorry for myself every day because of the burden of study, ignore the joy of hard work in life, and become pessimistic and negative.

The sky is getting dark, the setting sun is still there, and the warm light shines on the faces of the old people, reflecting the passion and vitality of life. I have also found the joy of life here.

3. Under the green lamp, holding a yellow scroll in hand, sipping fragrant tea, wait, that’s not me! I hate reading and everything to do with words. A mountain of homework, a sea of ??questions, and difficult to pronounce recitations...you still want me to read more? Bitterness is just one word!

When I was a child, I didn’t like reading. My mother often touched my head, then pointed to the fairy tale book on the table and asked me: "Son, let’s read together." I immediately raised my eyebrows. With his mouth shaking and his head shaking like a rattle, he ran away with a silly smile, leaving his mother helplessly shaking her head behind her. The same is true now. Whenever my mother asks me to read more books, I will excuse myself by saying that I don't have time. The door to reading has always been tightly closed by me.

One day, the teacher announced that the school would hold a reading sharing meeting. Since I had excellent grades and liked to chat, the teacher recommended me to participate in this reading sharing meeting without hesitation. The encouraging applause from my classmates seemed like a bolt from the blue to me! Oh my god, what can I do? I haven’t read any books, let alone any insights or sharing, and I’m going to be doomed now! I wanted to refuse, but to save face, I suppressed the words that were raised in my throat.

When I got home, my mother looked at my dejected look and asked with concern: "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you so tired today? Are you sick?" "It's worse than being sick!" I muttered, "Ah, what's wrong? Tell mom quickly!" Mom asked eagerly. I told them all about the book sharing meeting.

After hearing this, my mother said calmly: "What did I think was going on? It turns out that's it! Look, I usually tell you to read more and study more, but you just don't listen. Now something is wrong, right?" ! If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a lot!"

"You still laugh at me and don't help me find a solution. I really want to see your son embarrassed!" I said a little unhappy. "Baby, don't worry, let's do this. Mom will make a reading plan for you. Follow the plan and make sure you get it!"

"Really? My interest suddenly became high, and my mother paused for a moment. Said, "However, in view of your past 'bad records', we have to make a three-part agreement, and we can't do it halfway!" ""Of course at that time, I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of so many classmates! "I say firmly!

"A gentleman's words"

"A horse is hard to catch! "

So, the days of studying began!

At first, reading really made me anxious. What are these things? I was so irritated that I really wanted to give up. But slowly I calmed down. After I calmed down, I gradually became able to integrate into the book, and the previous irritability gradually disappeared. Reading began to give me some different experiences. As time went by, I discovered that the profound meaning contained in the words cannot be expressed in pictures. What was described and left me with reverie was beyond the reach of pictures. I unconsciously began to reflect on: Zhou Guoping's "Notes of a Father" and was moved by his deep love for his daughter; Zweig. "Letter from an Unknown Woman" by Suskind, I am in awe of his delicate feelings; "Perfume" by Suskind, I am intoxicated by his beautiful fragrance... Through the barriers of time and space, I quietly indulge in the book. In the garden, I look at the stars and the spring water, overlooking the Wuthering Heights at the bottom of the mountain.

Ah, it turns out that the book is also full of fun. There are stories and stories that have been passed down for thousands of years. This revelation that has inspired generations of people has begun to penetrate deeply into my soul. The joy of reading is already a blooming flower in my heart.

4. "The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, a strong man." "Gone and never come back", is life in the third grade of junior high school really so tragic? Faced with a mountain of homework and a sea of ??exercises, I think our answer is yes! But, in fact...

Happiness in hard work

If you put a label on the study and life of the third grade of junior high school, how can it be called "tired"?

What we face every day is test questions in the left hand and textbooks in the right hand. We memorize vocabulary words in the morning, ancient prose in the afternoon, and do math, physics, and chemistry in the evening. Where can there be fun in it? Is this really the case? We have always said that we are the "flowers of youth" and we are the "rising sun of tomorrow". So what is the synonym for youth? I think it should be about hard work, and doesn’t life in the third grade of junior high school interpret this dynamic rhetoric very well? Because of hard work, we can feel the full happiness, because of hard work, we can appreciate the beauty of reaching the top, and because of hard work, we can turn decay into magic and ordinary into extraordinary.

The hard work in the third grade of junior high school may make us "angry", but we also have the fun of "seeing all the mountains and small mountains at a glance", so there is happiness here too!

Enjoy ***

"We are not fighting alone!" This once widely circulated saying is also applicable to our lives in the third grade of junior high school, because there is a group of Classmates and partners like me are "fighting side by side". We recite "If the sun rises and the forest blooms, and the clouds return and the caves are dark," we solve the analytical formula of the function together, and we study the object clause and attributive clause. Of course We also talked about Teacher Zhang's old-fashioned "splitting head in the middle"... We are a collective, we are a harmonious family. We not only share knowledge, but also share happiness. A word of encouragement when we are frustrated, a little comfort when we are helpless, and a word of praise when we are successful all make our hearts warm. We are the brightest star in the night sky.

The sharing in the third grade of junior high school may be ignorant and foggy, but it is also real fun, so there is happiness here too!

Happiness in Enlightenment

I don’t know when the teacher in the third grade of junior high school was labeled as "devil" and "cruel" by us. From the moment the teacher stepped into the classroom, we began to In order to live on tenterhooks and wonder if there will be another "storm" today, we begin to set up a psychological line of defense. However, haven’t you seen that the math teacher has a very fashionable hairstyle today and looks much kinder; haven’t you noticed that the Chinese teacher will be as happy as a child every time we get good grades in the exam; haven’t you seen that, The English teacher began to put on light makeup... In fact, teachers are not "devils". Their cuteness and cuteness are just wrapped up by the pressure of exams. If you don't believe it, just look up and look at the teachers in our exam room. !

The insights gained in the third year of junior high may be superficial, but they are also real fun, so there is also happiness here!

Our lives may be bitter and tiring, but they are also colorful and sweet! Our name is Junior Three, and there is happiness here too!

5.

There is no lack of fun in life, but a lack of eyes to discover fun.

——Inscription

The rush of life has gradually numbed my perception of everything around me. Life is as plain as water, without any ripples.

It’s another ordinary day, get up as usual, go to school as usual, finish school as usual, go home as usual.

When I entered the community, I got off my bicycle and slowed down my walking pace. Gradually, I smelled a familiar aroma: "Yes! It smells like gardenias!" Suddenly I felt excited. Look for it subconsciously.

Just to the right of the gate of the community, there is a small flower bed. There are other flowers and plants planted around the small flower bed, but there is a patch of gardenias in the middle. In other seasons, the gardenia tree is ordinary green, mixed with other surrounding plants, and is not conspicuous. But every June, the white flowers bloom all over the branches, standing out among the green. At the same time, its fragrance It's also rich, sweet and endearing.

Looking at the gardenias in front of me, my thoughts went back to four years ago...

It was the happiest summer vacation in my life, with no homework and no burden. There is only joy. One day, when I had nothing to do, I saw the gardenia here on the campus. I thought it was particularly beautiful. I couldn't help but be tempted by its fragrance. I lowered my body to smell it. It felt so wonderful. In the evening, I would "secretly" pick one or two flower buds, carefully fill a clean cup with clean water, soak the flower buds in the water, and wait quietly for them to bloom. Within two days, the flower buds will bloom and the whole house will be filled with fragrance. The smell will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

I take good care of it and remember to change the water for it every day. Sometimes, I am afraid that it will lack sunlight, so I take it to bask in the sun from time to time. It wasn't until the flowers finally turned yellow and withered that they couldn't bear to throw them away. The process of growing flowers is full of fun.

After entering junior high school, my summer vacation no longer belonged to me, but to study and further studies. I can’t even remember the gardenias blooming in the past four years.

Today, four years later, I once again saw these lovely flowers in this small corner, which added a touch of aftertaste and a touch of sweetness to my boring life. Carrying sweet memories, my life will go further and further.

In your busy life, don’t ignore the scenery around you. There is endless fun within a small space.