Lyric prose for the first grade of junior high school

Lyric Prose for the First Year of Junior High School 1

You said you like to climb the vast mountains

Admiring the high sky and flowing clouds alone

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I can’t forget your flawlessness and your sorrow and anger

A series of shocking words swept across the army

You said that you often have inexplicable insomnia

Just looking for the rejuvenation of the land

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I never dare to hold your arm rashly

Although the excitement in my heart has long been Working hard

I never dared to raise my head to look at your eyes

So I looked around and pretended to answer questions that I didn’t understand

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From I dare not think about your expression at night

Even if the moonlight is like water, my silent longing is still short and deep

I never dare to kiss your lips in my dream

Even though the peach blossoms are flying, I am still looking for a needle in a haystack

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I don’t want to follow in the footsteps of Yue Lao and Meng Po

I just want to be with you Running wildly in the chaotic city

My left hand is always holding your right hand

In the eyes of all the happiness in the world, Leimon is revealed

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Find another red thread to tie the two hearts

Then hand in hand to support each other and walk through life seriously to connect the footprints

Fill the cup of soup and clink glasses under the Naihe Bridge Drink it all in one gulp

Become a stranger again after a thousand turns

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I forget what season it is in the evening

You passed by me and asked stupidly

Whether Yue Lao and Meng Po were lovers

One held the love thread, the other broke the world... Lyrical Prose 2 for the first grade of junior high school

Sky, friend

Too long has passed without me realizing it. I don’t know when I started to want to protect you.

That time, I entered the gate of junior high school with great expectations. Perhaps, due to fate, I was assigned to the same class as you. The first time I saw you, you gave me a special feeling. There is a feeling that is different from ordinary people. They said it's because you are too arrogant. I don't think so, you always make me feel like you are a princess. Then don't get close. As time goes by, you become more and more unique. I also want to be friends with you more and more.

That day I was lying on the grass, feeling a little depressed because of everything I had to do at school. I accidentally saw the unobstructed sky, and the mesmerizing blue scenery revealed the floating white clouds. It made me feel particularly relaxed and happy for a moment, as if I saw your pure and beautiful smile.

I suddenly realized that I no longer have to work hard to be your friend. I suddenly understood: for me, all I want is to see your smile; Happy day; all I hope is to see you; all I hope is to love you. So what's wrong with guarding silently?

I once hoped to lie on the grass with you and look at the sky I love, but now I don’t need to, because I suddenly discovered that what I love is not just the sky, but more importantly, you: My bestie forever. Junior high school, thank you for having me. Lyrical Prose for the First Grade of Junior High School 3

If I miss you, I will take out my phone and see if there are any text messages from you, even if I know, the probability is so slim

If I miss you, I will quickly type a series of greetings on the phone with my thumb, but in the end I never press the send button. I'm just afraid of disturbing you.

If I miss you, I will open our chat history and take a look. No matter what kind of conversation it is, there is always a sweet feeling. Like.

The taste of chocolate

If I miss you, I will set my sights far away. But I don’t know what I’m thinking about...

If I miss you, I will wonder, will you miss me? Even if it's only a second.

If I miss you, I will dream about you hazy at night. I wouldn't want to wake up. I'm just afraid that when I wake up from the dream, you will leave...

If I miss you, I will take a deep breath and breathe in the air filled with the smell of longing, closest to my heart

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If I miss you, I will change my thoughts into notes and let them flow through my fingertips

If I miss you, I will look in the mirror and examine myself like this. Can I No match for you.

I think. I'm addicted. Those who can’t quit, miss you

In everyone’s heart, there is someone who makes you miss you.

Relatives, lovers, or friends.

Let’s just go back to the first grade of junior high school Lyrical Prose 4 along with the longing that sometimes comes to the point where I can’t control it.

After being drunk for a while, the creation of literature and rituals will open up the ignorance. The music of the harp and the music of the fishermen and hunters. Heaven and earth merge, Yin and Yang are the Eight Diagrams, who knows the taste of this feeling. (Fuxi)

After two minutes of drunkenness, Pu De will be revered as a god all over the world, and he will taste hundreds of herbs for several lives. Traveling to China to heal, all people will gain wisdom, who knows how this feels. (Shen Nong)

The three bells are drunk, and all things are useless, and the spring and autumn are in troubled times. In this life, I am in a dream, where the lost butterflies return, and I can know the taste of this feeling. (Zhuangzi)

The four bells are drunk, the six unions unite the world, and the Great Wall is full of sorrow. There is beauty hidden in Afang, burning books is like regretting, who knows the taste of this feeling. (Ying Zheng)

I was drunk at five o'clock, the opportunity passed after the banquet at Hongmen, and the sun set over Wujiang River in late twilight. Yu Ji is helpless, she is surrounded by enemies, who knows how she feels. (Xiang Yu)

Six bells of drunkenness, the three-legged tripod is standing in front of the dragon, and the hills and valleys are in my heart, knowing everything. Longzhong's countermeasure was to capture Meng Huo seven times. Who knows the taste of this situation. (Kong Ming)

Seven o'clock drunk, the Central Plains is chasing deer and the princes are in chaos, writing poems and drinking wine, the beacon fire is on the red wall, the spring is deep and the bronze bird is deep, who knows the taste of this feeling. (Cao Cao)

Drunk at eight o'clock, I am leisurely accompanied by the turbulent times in Jielu, and the clouds disturb Nanshan and I return at ease. Burning cigarettes and cooking wine, the east fence embraces the moon, who knows the taste of this feeling. (Tao Yuanming)

Ninth Middle School drunkenness, green silk is covered with snow, the autumn light is far away, and the wonderful pen is full of flowers and beautiful poems. Looking back at Chang'an, all the money has been spent, who knows how this feels. (Li Bai)

I was drunk at ten o'clock, the morning moon was full of smoke in the west tower, and the curtain rolled up in the east pavilion and it was cold for a moment. The passing clouds flicker, and the falling flowers feel melancholy. Who knows the taste of this feeling. (Li Yu)

After being drunk for a hundred minutes, the fragrance spreads like cinnabar points, and the lonely years linger for a thousand years. The mountains and rivers are painted, and the elegance cannot be concealed. Who knows the taste of this feeling. (Summary)

Thousands of minutes of drunkenness, right and wrong, merits and demerits are cut off, and the rank of generals, prime ministers, princes, etc. is eliminated. The graceful shadows, leisurely strolling in the courtyard, who knows the taste of this. (Summary) Lyrical Prose for the First Grade of Junior High School 5

I shed tears when I feel the flowers of time, and watch the time fly by. It is not like it was back then. The laughter and whimsy are gone today. My childhood is like a dream, lingering in front of my eyes, and again. Like a mirage, fading away.

I hate the farewell bird and am heartbroken. I recall the past time, ever-changing, bohemian and carefree, which will never be repeated again. The memories may be beautiful or painful, but they are all nostalgic, as if they are deeply rooted in my heart. . ——Inscription

Looking out the window, the poplar flowers have fallen and drifted in the wind. I leaned alone by the window, caressing my face and looking sideways, admiring and sighing. Unknowingly, I remembered my elementary school classmates again. Play together, have fun together, be uninhibited and carefree.

Tears blur my thoughts, and my thoughts blur my eyes. It seems like a moment, but also like eternity.

It was a happy and worry-free day, and every weekend, all the students in the class, whether they were free or not, had to find time to meet online. At that time , a game called "Moore Manor" is a platform for everyone to meet, and everyone plays games together, grows vegetables, raises animals, and fights monsters. All the students in the class are named very similar, and they all have the same code name: Ice and Snow Tribe.

Perhaps it was a spur-of-the-moment idea, or maybe it was because it was easy to identify, so I came up with this code name: "Ice and Snow Tribe - Bingyu", this is the squad leader, "Ice and Snow Tribe - Glacier", this is me, in addition, there is "Bingling" ", "ice flower", "glacier". As soon as it went online on the weekend, the screen was filled with chats, greetings, and joking texts. At that time, I really felt a sense of belonging to the collective.

Thinking of this, I retracted my thoughts and landed in "Moore Manor" again.

This time, it was no longer as lively as that time. I just felt it was a bit childish. When I opened the "Friends Bar", I saw only the words "Ice and Snow Clan", but the avatar was gray and lifeless. But the inbox is full, with letters of farewell and a bunch of contact information. There is no more laughter, only these lonely "postcards".

"Those who should leave will eventually leave." I stood up and looked out the window. At this point, I am no longer in the mood to play games and am left with endless emotions. This game is like a dream, and when the time comes, it’s time to wake up. Although this wonderful memory remains fresh in my mind, it is ultimately elusive and will never come back. It's impossible now, and it'll be even more impossible in the future.

Suddenly, the thunder and thunder pulled me back from my thoughts, and suddenly the rain fell, like teardrops, crystal clear, like gems, bright and brilliant. It fell on trees and flowers, just like flowers crying, and birds screamed and fled everywhere, adding a touch of sadness.

Looking at this spring rain, I think of the rain when I was a child. It was also in spring, but it was not the same school and the same people.

It was a free afternoon, when the teacher was having a meeting, and the students in the class ran to the stage outside the school to watch the rain scene. It was also a drizzle of light rain, and the whistling wind made the warm weather stand out. It added a bit of coolness, and looking around, there seemed to be a layer of smoke rising from the trees. I don’t know who in the class came up with the idea, so everyone took out a piece of paper, drew their own pictures, folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it down from the stairs. Naturally, there are good and bad endings: some were "covered black and blue" by the rain as soon as they took off and made an emergency landing; some were blown back by the ever-changing wind before they had flown very far; some kept turning over in the rain, Suddenly up and suddenly down. The students enjoyed watching it and commented on it. It made the classmates who flew the plane blush.

But now, there is no longer the carefreeness at that time. Everyone has diverted their energy under the pressure of study. We who are sensible have become cautious and walk on thin ice when dealing with others. Everything has changed, irreversibly. And the memories recorded in the past, whether beautiful or painful, have become intimate, nostalgic, and remain deep in the memory, deep-rooted.

This is a memory worth recalling for a lifetime, a memory worth cherishing for a lifetime.

Unconsciously, it was already dark, and a bright moon hung quietly on the treetops. The wind has stopped and the rain has calmed down. All that was left was the wet ground, glistening in the moonlight. Lyrical Prose for the First Grade of Junior High School 6

In basketball class on Friday, we were having a basketball game in full swing. Because there are so many people who like to play basketball, one ball is not enough, so we borrowed a few from the teacher. Basketball divides people into three waves.

We started when we divided the number of people fairly. Since the heights of the students were different, some things would inevitably happen, such as: the taller one knocked the short ball away, and the smaller one knocked the taller ball away. The ball was "stolen" away...

I ran in with the ball and passed the ball to Sun Yixuan. Unexpectedly, with a "plop", Sun Yixuan fell to the ground and dared not move his right leg. We carefully drove him to the teacher's room and let him rest. The basketball game had only started for 5 minutes. Our team was missing a main player. We couldn't beat them because the number of people was uneven. There were 4 of us and we beat them 5. People, their captain said happily: "Let's see how we can win against you!" I was irritated, and walked away after leaving a sentence: "The number of people is uneven, and it will be disgraceful for you to win..."

Without Sun Yixuan, we still refused to admit defeat and played basketball. In the last 10 minutes, because they were losing ground and there was no close cooperation between the teams, our team beat them with a score of 28 to 22. We were dancing with joy. He walked up to them and said: "How about it, even if there is one less person, we can still beat you." Sun Yixuan also looked very happy when he knew that we had won.

Through this basketball game, I realized a profound truth: playing basketball must not be played by oneself, but with the team. As the saying goes, a flower blooming alone is not spring, but a garden full of colorful flowers is full of spring! This is exactly the truth...the same is true for learning! If you don’t know, just ask. Be sure to understand the question. Lyrical Prose for the First Grade of Junior High School 7

When I look up at the starry sky, I look for the shining star; when I look up at the starry sky, I will silently make a wish in my heart; when I look up at the starry sky, I will silently make a wish in my heart. When looking up at the starry sky, I will think of many beautiful and warm past events.

I don’t know where to start, I developed a habit of looking up at the starry sky. I don’t know why I look up at the starry sky, and what is contained in it. , I don’t know what I am looking for when I look up at the stars...

I vaguely remember someone saying: When a girl looks up at the sky, she is not looking for anything, she is just a little lonely. I think I may be lonely. Gradually I got tired of the noise of car horns and began to like the tranquil state.

As night fell slowly, I stood on the balcony and looked up at the stars. The dark blue sky is so charming. The moon stares affectionately and smiles, as if whispering to me. The stars are twinkling, as if blinking, and seeming to be dancing on the dark blue carpet. These stars are particularly bright and bright. Some are like a small diamond, some are like a firefly, and some are like a bright lamp.

Looking up at the stars, there are countless half-bright stars hanging in the dark blue sky, and the creek The sound of running water, and the beautiful starry sky, completely blended together, forming a wonderful nocturne... At this time, I forgot everything, in the arms of the stars, I smiled, and I fell asleep , I felt like I had returned to my real home...

In my dream, I returned to the beautiful campus, which was still so charming.

The wide playground, the tall teaching building, the five-star red flag flying high, every place is so beautiful and haunting. Especially the beautiful back garden, which is not only pleasant all year round, but also my paradise.

In spring, the gorgeous scenery of the back garden is even more intoxicating. The pink peach blossoms are so adorable, just like a shy girl. Look! His face was all red. A cherry tree jumped into view in the garden. It also wanted to be praised by that idiot! Its clusters of white flowers are like a girl's beautiful skirt, and like the white clouds in the sky. This vibrant and colorful tone is difficult for many painters to paint. As long as you look at its beautiful colors, it seems that all the unpleasant things have disappeared.

When the passionate summer arrives, a grand concert is being held in the dense shade of the trees in the back garden - the enthusiastic singer cicada is singing loudly under the red cherries, and the crickets A piano was set up on its platform to accompany the cicada, and the butterfly girl danced her graceful dance to accompany the cicada... Who doesn't love this mysterious big stage of nature? Who doesn’t love this charming summer on campus?

In autumn, the fallen leaves are flying, but the maple tree still stands in the flower bed. Its fiery red branches are like a burning flame, like the summer sunset, and like the bright red rushing blood. People can't help but think of the ancient poem - "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." "After class, a few friends and I picked up some maple leaves to make bookmarks. How poetic!

In winter, all the trees in the back garden are left with their protruding trunks. In the heavy snowfall, they are all covered with white coats, except for the tall and straight pine tree. , still lush and lush, it seems to hide a power given by nature. The bright plum blossoms are blooming, and in this cold winter, its purple-red petals are still so fragrant and bright. There is an ancient poem that goes: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." yes! Plum blossom's spirit of not fearing hardship affects me. The scenery of the campus is so beautiful and spectacular! I love the vibrant spring on campus, I love her passionate summer, I love her autumn with falling leaves, and I love her beautiful and spectacular winter.

"I left as gently as I came." Winter goes and spring comes, all things revive, and the spring girl finally comes in people's expectation. She sows the hope of spring on the land and sprinkles nectar to give spring beauty.

"Jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down." The willow tree pulled out its branches under the baptism of the spring rain, and the grass secretly emerged from the soil, swaying in the breeze. Where are the flowers? They also opened up one after another as if they couldn't bear the loneliness. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. Some flowers are like blooming smiles, and some flowers are like shy little girls with blushing faces. Others are just about to bloom, like bright little eyes, hiding among the flowers and teasing each other with the sunshine. From a distance, this place has become a sea of ??flowers and a world of grass. The little bees also rushed over. They buzzed, as if to say: "Spring is here! Spring is here!" The butterflies sang cheerful songs and danced among the flowers.

Miss Chun came with Sister Feng. "The willow wind does not blow cold on my face." The spring breeze blew through Tianchou, leaving a trace of life on the wheat seedlings. The spring breeze blew across the river, leaving a circle of ripples in the lake; the spring breeze blew on the children's young faces, making them feel the warmth. The spring breeze touches the earth like a mother. The earth is also exuding infinite vitality under the caress of the spring breeze, and a prosperous and beautiful scene is visible to everyone.

"Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The small raindrops left the dark clouds and fell to the ground. Hit the flowers on the face, hit the seedlings, and hit the land that has been dry for a long time. The flowers sway happily in the rain, ushering in spring in their own unique way. The seedlings greedily sucked the rain and dew, growing strong and happily. The farmer's uncle had a smile on his face. People are walking on the road holding umbrellas, but their hearts are full of joy of life. I stretched out my hand to touch the spring rain, and the raindrops playfully jumped into my palm, wet, soft, light and soft. Lyrical Prose for the First Grade of Junior High School 8

When I was a child, I was noisy and willful, and my grandmother would always sing to coax me. That song seemed to go like this: "It's dark, it's about to rain, it's dark, it's dark..."

The familiar singing voice drifted into my ears intermittently, and I suddenly remembered that there was It’s been a long time since I touched the music I love. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I simply can’t. My mother told me: "Just study hard." Maybe that's true, but I never knew what I wanted. When I was 3 years old, before I could understand what "interest" was, I was pulled to learn piano. At the age of 14, when I had just understood what "having music in my heart" meant, I had to give it up. I knew everything was for my own good, so I obeyed everything.

I lowered my head and saw the thick textbook on the desk. Tears suddenly filled my eyes. I finally understood why Guo Jingming was able to write "The Edge of Love and Pain" so realistically. He also understands the difference between dreams and reality, right? I heard someone say a long time ago that the pain of pursuing dreams is both painful and joyful. I firmly believed it at the time, but now, I think it was just standing and talking without back pain. hapiness? Yes, I really want to, but I can't raise the corners of my mouth. Mathematics, physics, and chemistry are a hurdle for girls. I once had a lot of confidence in myself, but I tried my best, but I couldn't do it. Mom said I didn't work hard enough, maybe.

Suddenly I remembered Han Han's "Looking into the Cup". I think I am now like the piece of paper in the cup, slowly merging into the water and into the world. I really admire Han Han for being able to see the road so clearly and be so calm about his flaws.

When I was a child, I always liked to nestle in my grandma’s arms and describe the colorful future with that beautiful pen. At that time, I always looked forward to growing up quickly, thinking that when I grow up, I will grow taller. When I grow taller, I will be closer to my sky. However, when I grew up and looked up again, I found that the sky was no longer clear. It was so big, but I couldn't see it clearly. So I just want to go back to the past, return to my grandma's arms, and pick up that simple and beautiful little happiness again. But, can I? I still have to face reality and learn to grow up.

Tears flowed to the corner of my mouth again. I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to wipe away my tears. Then let it flow. Throw away that fake smile and cry happily. Call me timid or cowardly, maybe I cried, but when I was really relieved, I felt really brave, and I could really start all over again.

When it gets dark, I think of that song again. It turns out that my grandma has sung to me the truth a long time ago, that I should move forward bravely even if it rains. I believe everything will calm down and everything will start again in the rain. "It's dark, it's about to rain, it's dark, it's dark..." Lyrical Prose 9 in the First Grade of Junior High School

Time flies by, thirteen years have passed...

Now As a freshman in junior high school, my life was quite fulfilling, but something was slowly fermenting.

Walking through the former park and watching the cute children laughing and laughing, I felt a little lemony in my heart. Yes, I am already thirteen, and I am no longer the child who once clamored and didn’t want to do addition, but was also a shameless kid who disappeared.

Disappear? That's not the case. That petite and exquisite person may be nestled in a small corner of my heart, lonely and lost. Looking at the swing, I once stood there and laughed. But now, the swing has long been dismantled. It’s not just the swing that has been dismantled...

The original mountain is still so high. The original water still flows so unscrupulously. The sky is still blue, the clouds are still white, and the wind is still blowing, but now everything has changed...

Sitting in the former school, watching the students confidently raise their hands and speak fluently The answer gave me a bunch of hawthorns in my heart. Yes, I went to junior high school a long time ago, and my classmates had already rushed to all directions, and the lively classroom had disappeared.

This has not disappeared, that class has quietly lived in my heart, covered with helpless spider webs, letting the dust fall leisurely in the air. Looking at the empty classroom, I have also sat and written, but now, I am alone in the classroom. It is empty, and the silence has drowned not only the indifferent laughter and play...

Original The seats are still as new. The original blackboard is still smooth.

The chalk is still white, the windows are still bright, and the flowers are still fresh, but now things have become different...

Looking at the sports games of the past, watching the classmates sweating freely on the sports field , shouted long live ourselves, won the first place, the excited look seemed to appear in front of my eyes, the excited voice seemed to ring in my ears, those dazzling prizes were beside me, but... no one touched them It’s gone, and no one will understand the meaning behind those things. I have another bag of candied haws in my heart. Although the outside is wrapped with sweet rock candy, the inside is so sour... Yes, we also held the junior high school competition last year At the sports meeting, the sweat on the field that year has long since dissipated...

No, not yet, it has just evaporated, and the smell of the cheers from back then is still in the air. That sports meeting was quietly buried in a corner of my heart, covered with golden autumn leaves, letting the naughty wind play on them. I have also run and jumped on it, but now there is only empty silence and lonely echoes. What they played is not just the sports meeting that has lost their sweat...

The original track, but also Still white. The original willow tree is still tall. The air is still fresh, the sun is still shining high, and autumn is still refreshing, but now things have changed.

The people of the past are missing, and the earth-shattering laughter of the past is missing. Only then do I understand, The real graduation is not to leave that school, but that the group of people dispersed...

How long ago? Have beautiful things turned into something different? Lyrical Prose for the First Grade of Junior High School 10

The rain leaves no trace behind. Pattering, it returned with a hazy breath, but it passed away silently. Tender, light, the tears of the bearer God fell so gently. The rain in front of me looks like a trace of transparent sadness. It seems turbid, but also seems clear. Intertwined and rippling in the air. It turned into a thin curtain of silk gauze and was draped over the vast land.

I don’t know why people don’t like rain. Maybe it is like salty tears that people don't want to see; maybe it is like setbacks and difficulties, which is disgusting; maybe it wets the sunshine and bright sunny days that people should have.

However, I love the rain...

I love its unintentional embrace, its cool body, I love its quiet opening - return, I love it even more. The clean and spotless world after being baptized by it. The rain comes just to wash away the dirt and throw away the old clothes. Even if there are spots on its body, it doesn't care. When it fell in pieces, the earth was completely silent. No one greeted it, and no one responded to its embrace, leaving it alone and lonely.

I held an umbrella and walked in the rain, leaning into the natural sounds.

Listening to the sound of rain is like sinking into a dream that I don’t want to wake up from. I seem to hear the music gurgling like a flowing spring, and the sharp sound of the hollow guqin driving the rain, like a long string breaking through the sky. In the traces of the war, there is a watery tenderness and a dreamy voice.

Rain is the messenger of nature and life. It nourishes the earth selflessly, even if it looks sad on the surface. Its beautiful sound, its graceful shape. Anyway, I don't mind. After the rain comes a rainbow, and what the rain brings to us is ultimately beautiful.