On the highlights of my class's composition

Swallows come back, willows turn green and flowers bloom again. In the cycle of wind and rain, unconsciously, after we entered junior high school, we studied and lived in the class group for more than a year. Our class has been forged in our hearts for three years.

This budding flower is everything to us-sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes annoying, sometimes afraid. ...

Impressed; Memories are beautiful; The dribs and drabs of love have been brilliant in our class. The wind woke up.

That time, we learned-unity, hard work, cherish, users. ...

"Sand accumulates into a tower" Yes, it's just a word to describe every junior high school member in our class who is inexperienced. At that time, our class didn't have this' countdown' tail, so it was very tiring and troublesome: there were always more than a dozen exams that failed, and almost all of them got high marks.

. But we all put these in.

I think I can do well in the exam, but I never take the overall situation of the class seriously.

Discipline has become a scar in our hearts, and we feel extremely painful. Between classmates again and again; The flowing red flag slips from your side again and again; Time and time again, the countdown to discipline scores ... class is no longer class, and it is scattered.

Our love is 98 thousand miles away. Since then, love has been buried and United to die. ...

One day, the kind, noble and generous teacher in our class really couldn't stand it. Their behavior infected our class; Their words awakened our class; Their tears inspired our class; Their disappointment saved our class-unity and love gradually spread to the hearts of every member of our class, emitting an attractive atmosphere.

After time's tempering, our class has finally changed and United: the flying red flag is regarded as' daily'; The results have soared; Doing bad things has become a' rare' ranking in our class.

Although we haven't been together for a long time in this class, everything is passing on.

Love,

Our unity is so strong, just like "a thousand hammers are too easy." So our class will always be number 1.

I hope the members of our class can be happy; I hope the members of our class can learn and make progress; I hope the members of our class can unite as one.

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