Pupils celebrate New Year's Day composition

It's late at night, and the party held by the neighbors must have ended. I looked at the ceiling and listened to the sound of three clocks swinging together. I know, if I listen to it a few more times, I will leave in the old year and never come back. And the golden age of my junior high school will come to an abrupt end. This New Year's Day may be the last day with balloons, laughter and snow in my junior high school life.

This New Year's Day is different. The glittering and translucent snow covered the day with a warm white. I still remember the two days when it snowed. There are childish faces sticking out in the corridor, some sighing, some grinning, and some sticking out warm tongues, hoping to taste the snow. I let the snow crawl all over my body and watched them fall gently, then turned into water and finally disappeared. I also let them get into my shoes, which is cool and has no sticky feeling of summer thunderstorm. When I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, I found my face was red, with a happy smile in the middle and a smile on my nose. Yes, this scene is unique to this New Year's Day, and it also belongs to us children who open umbrellas in the snow.

If the arrival of snow is a windfall, then the New Year's Day Friendship Association is a joy in our budget. We began to prepare from mid-June+February in 5438, during which there were negative losses, pain of giving up one's love, pain of rehearsal and tedious search. However, all these things are in the past, and I have sunk them into the bottom of my memory. What really jumps on the water with the sunshine is the happiness in the preparation process, which is an experience I have never experienced before. For example, operating the teacher's computer for free, skipping classes in the name of rehearsal, listening to many funny stories and watching school at night. All this joy reached its climax on the day of the Brotherhood. Our unexpected lines, strange prizes and novel programs make everyone soft, like a half-dissolved cream cake. Our red faces are filled with joy.

However, when I came home with a poncho, the cold wind woke me up. This feeling is painful, but not bitter, because sober people are always happy. Recalling the atmosphere a few minutes ago, I can't help but feel lost. What is behind this joy? Although it's warm in the blender, it's still cold outside. Although I am ecstatic, I won't be late for the final exam. Finally, everything is clear. At that time, I was so happy that I had a fever and felt ridiculous. I didn't know this sorority was a farewell party in the golden age of our junior high school. At this time, I am nostalgic. Looking back, I found that my things were not gold enough. At this time, my regret can't help but make people laugh. The new year is coming. Why should I be too attached to the past? I got in the car and went home as usual.

On the desk, the old desk calendar has been replaced by the new one Because of its elegant timbre, profound connotation and intelligent design, I am reluctant to throw it away. But even the best things will become waste in a certain environment. It seems that those gold coins drifting with Robinson are far less useful than an iron axe. Put down what should be put down. People who can't let go of the past are as stupid as those who only have hope for the future.

The next long vacation may be the beginning of our rush. I can't believe that those of us who have been sighing for the hard work of junior two students will face all this. Think about these, can you dispel some unnecessary nostalgia? Time is running out. I'm awake. The sunshine melted all the snow and the festive atmosphere of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Red face, white snow and colorful balloons are all things of the past. What we have to do is to send away the past and greet the future with a smile.

On the first day after New Year's Day, I went downstairs to get my car as usual and went to school as usual, with the same goal in mind, except for the numbers on the calendar.

Time is like a never-ending river, passing by people in a hurry and silently. Unconsciously, a memorable 20 10 year left in a hurry, ushered in a new year, and began another journey for people.

On new year's eve, I fell asleep with firecrackers to welcome the new year. "Happy New Year!" The next morning, with New Year greetings, I opened my eyes to look for 2009. Open the calendar, start a new year and start a wonderful story. I lay in bed thinking about the past year. I have sweat, happiness and sadness. It all happened as if it were right in front of us. I couldn't help laughing softly.

In the past, I was not an excellent student in my class. I envy those class cadres. They study well and have many friends. I long to be like them. So I started walking towards the locked door. I sweat twice as much as others. In class, I listen carefully and speak actively. After class, while my friends are playing happily on the playground, I read quietly in the classroom. After class, I carefully finish the homework assigned by the teacher on time and try to be accurate. I also signed up for a school lecture class according to my hobbies. Finally, many things have happened, and my sweat has been harvested. My academic performance has improved. In an election in the new semester, I am honored to be elected monitor by my classmates. From then on, in order to live up to the expectations of teachers, classmates and parents, I studied harder. Now, I am the squadron leader of the school, and all this needs the help and encouragement of teachers, classmates and parents. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I sincerely wish them all the best.

Saying goodbye to the old year, we entered a new year. There seems to be a new runway before my eyes. Maybe I will fall down on this runway, but I will still stand up stubbornly and challenge all kinds of difficulties. I firmly believe that there will always be a beautiful rainbow after the storm.

At this time, the crackling firecrackers rang out of the window again, which is people's reluctance to part with the old year and their beautiful longing for the new year.

Time is like a never-ending river, passing by people in a hurry and silently. Unconsciously, a memorable 2004 hurried away, ushered in a new year, and began another journey for people.

On new year's eve, I fell asleep with firecrackers to welcome the new year. "Happy New Year!" The next morning, with New Year greetings, I opened my eyes to look for 2008. Open the calendar, start a new year and start a wonderful story. I lay in bed thinking about the past year. I have sweat, happiness and sadness. It all happened as if it were right in front of us. I couldn't help laughing softly.

In the past, I was not an excellent student in my class. I envy those class cadres. They study well and have many friends. I long to be like them. So I started walking towards the locked door. I sweat twice as much as others. In class, I listen carefully and speak actively. After class, while my friends are playing happily on the playground, I read quietly in the classroom. After class, I carefully finish the homework assigned by the teacher on time and try to be accurate. I also signed up for a school lecture class according to my hobbies. Finally, many things have happened, and my sweat has been harvested. My academic performance has improved. In an election in the new semester, I am honored to be elected monitor by my classmates. From then on, in order to live up to the expectations of teachers, classmates and parents, I studied harder. Now, I am the squadron leader of the school, and all this needs the help and encouragement of teachers, classmates and parents. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I sincerely wish them all the best.

Saying goodbye to the old year, we entered a new year. There seems to be a new runway before my eyes. Maybe I will fall down on this runway, but I will still stand up stubbornly and challenge all kinds of difficulties. I firmly believe that there will always be a beautiful rainbow after the storm.

At this time, the crackling firecrackers rang out of the window again, which is people's reluctance to part with the old year and their beautiful longing for the new year.