900 words of high school composition: revisiting the old place

Composition title: revisiting the old place

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This composition is about 900 words in Grade Two. The title is "revisiting the old place". Welcome to contribute enthusiastically. I haven't been back since graduation. It's been three years.

-Ming step slowly walked to the school gate, feeling anxious and ecstatic.

Far away, I have seen the banner hanging high above the school gate: "Ranked among the best in the province for six consecutive years". Look at it and feel proud.

Gently pull open the iron gate and you will see a familiar scene. There's no one in the school. It's so quiet that I can only hear the car horn coming from the road outside the school. I carefully scanned every corner in front of me and found that there were more fancy decorations than before, the walls were whiter, and bare tiles were stuck on the floor, which looked like new ones.

Maybe it's because I meditated for so long that I didn't even notice that there was a doorman who was over sixty behind me. The doorman Abreu asked me suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?" I said, "I'm a student of Class 03 in this school" and Bob said, "Oh, come back and see the teacher"? I said, "No, I just happened to pass by and see why it's so quiet today"? Bob said, "Today Friday, the students all went to their own wonderful places." I smiled and didn't answer. Then, with the permission of the doorman, I began to stroll around the campus alone.

Along the track of the sidewalk, I saw colorful posters, gorgeous paintings, exquisite clippings, lively photo exhibitions and so on displayed on elegant columns. What shocked me most was that I saw my own figure in the photo, and I was so excited that the doorman Abreu looked around curiously. The scene was very embarrassing.

Gradually turn my attention to another focus, which can also be said to be a refuge I loved when I was a student-the dance studio. When you walk into the dance studio and look at yourself in front of the mirror, your hands and feet can't help but want to dance. You shake your head hard before you wake up from a dream and tell yourself that you are just a passer-by in today's role.

After leaving the dance studio, I slowly walked to the center of the playground. Along the way, I saw the dining hall where I used to line up to cook. It's still clean and tidy. When we walked into the playground, we were surprised to find that the original playground runway had been replaced by a plastic runway. I remember that when the school was still improving, going to physical education class was our most painful thing, because the runway used to be simple black lime and the playground was cement. Every time the teacher punishes us for running, the runway will be filled with smoke and the whole body will be scary. Now is changing with each passing day, not now!

A building close to the "nail house" pattern appeared in front of my eyes, which was the stage I had dreamed of and performed many times, and it was still humble and unchanged yesterday.

Looking up, looking at the brightly lit dormitory, looking at the dormitory that once lived on the sixth and seventh floors for a year, scenes of the past suddenly appeared in front of me, which made people miss, loathe to give up and move. 6 1 1, 7 1 1 dormitory lights are also on. I really want to go up and have a look I want to see which senior sisters live now. Want to see if the poster posted on the wall before should be torn down? Want to see if the hand-carved sculpture that was once destroyed still exists? I want to see the shadow left by the fierce battle when we textual research. I want to see ... My eyes fell on the fourth floor, or the boys' dormitory. I remember there was smoke everywhere on the fourth floor. I wonder if it's the same now? Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.

Sigh that time is like quicksand, walking too fast!

Only by keeping good memories in the heart box, slowly aftertaste, and always aftertaste …