Time flies, and the three years of junior high school are coming to an end. Looking back on the road I have walked, dreaming of the future, the xxxgreenxxx dream in my heart, can I really achieve it? In my heart, but...
At the beginning of the first three days of the first three days, the life of the first three was both tense and busy, from morning till night. The first three is a gray year, the first three have no sunshine, only the smoke filled, we can only play well in such a battlefield.
In the morning, just over five o 'clock, the alarm clock began to yell xxxlazy, get up, lazy, get up... xxxAgain and again in my ear! xxxHelpless, first three!xxx After arriving at school, a day of intensive study began, Chinese, physics, mathematics- it was all over the world. xxxBellxxx- the second session of the evening was over, and I watched as the first and second students walked toward the school gate, and they could go home, and we... xxxHelpless, first three!xxx Another sigh.
It's not easy to finish the day. Today, just after the first class, the chemistry teacher went to the lab and said, xxxtoday, you are going to do your own work on sodium hydroxide and copper sulfate... xxxThe chemistry teacher is used to the sound of the sound, see, the voice just fell, the students began the experiment. As soon as the bell rang, we entered the classroom, preparing for the next math class... Occasionally, though, it relaxes, and it's not, in the wide playground there, some male students are playing basketball furiously. So I have to say that the first three is very interesting!
To prepare for the upcoming exam, everyone is busy like a cat on hot bricks, it is because of this, the competition between the students become more and more fierce, more and more cruel, this is the challenge, the way of life everywhere is full of thorns, in the face of the short time, facing the parents that high wall, in the face of the examination paper, in the face of a sharp bone-chilling score, his own burden weighing up unconsciously, junior high school for three years, the key is in the stroke, three years of toil, the results of three years, three years of work are all for two words - back at the past, one cold winter winds strong winds blowing in the face of the weak, one hot summer day, in the cool day came to school, let the wind and rain with, or through, is the only thing left a short few days will not be able to try again? The dream of dreams, the dream of olives, is what I hope for, what I expect.
xxxHow many times in life can you fight? Junior high school life has gone with the smoke, but the hopeful tomorrow will be more colorful, hard work! Tomorrow will be better!