A composition in which years are like songs.

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Years of composition 1 1 1 With excitement, I stepped on the bell without music and hurried into this strange class. In retrospect, the innocent smiling face when we first met seemed to be yesterday. Smiling, we have gone through these three years, singing songs that belong to our youth.

Unity, our song

Do you still remember the sports meeting of the second day of junior high school? It was the first time that our class 905 participated in the sports meeting. All the athletes won the honor of the class with their own efforts, and what I saw was not only the heroic spirit of the athletes on the field, but also the cry of our class 905! More excitement, more expectation and more encouragement! "come on 995! Come on! " . When the referee blows the whistle; When the referee waved his hand high, all I could see was the ferocious expression on our tug-of-war athletes' faces; All I can hear is the shouts of students watching the game; What I can feel is the motivation of the whole class to go all out and persevere! We walked all the way, we sang all the way, singing our own song-unity!

Laughter, our song

Without the decoration of lights, the accompaniment of music and the gorgeous stage, we still dance, we still sing, we still enjoy and we still laugh. I still remember the first large-scale activity in our class-New Year's Day cultural performance. As soon as we stepped into the school gate, our class held a rather naive New Year's Day performance, and all the students in the class showed their talents. Singing, dancing, magic and so on, as well as the most exciting games. We are not musicians, but we can get the smiles of our classmates; We are not dancers, but we can get applause from our classmates; We are not magicians, but we can get the admiration of our classmates. We are just students. It is precisely because of our 0.905 classmates that our life is full of laughter, passion and emotion, unity and struggle. We walked all the way, we sang all the way, singing our own songs-laugh!

Fifteen, we are fifteen this year! We have been together for three years! In this flower season with growth, sentiment, happiness and sadness, we are United, striving and cherishing!

Just classmates and teenagers, at our age, in our age, at our stage. We have come all the way, and the scenery is infinite!

Fifteen-year-old, singing the years we have passed with the loudest voice in my heart; Fifteen years old, with the most beautiful smile on his face to face the students who are leaving; Fifteen years old, treat our classmates with our truest feelings.

Along the way, the years are like songs!

In my eyes, time and life are the same. Once you "run away", it's hard to turn back. Time is more important than money and time is more important than wealth. Please cherish those who are still in time and don't make mistakes like me!

Whenever I hear 20xx's most popular track "That year in a hurry", I can't help thinking: Why does time pass so fast? What did I do in a hurry that year? Time flies, and years are like songs.

Remember the excitement of writing the first word when I was a child! That word was "one", and the "one" at that time was crooked, like a small earthworm crawling on a piece of white paper. "One" was originally straight, and it would look better if I wrote it vigorously, but I wrote it in wavy lines, which was terrible. In order to write my name well, I worked very hard to write it correctly. My mother taught me by hand. I saw her holding paper in her left hand and holding my hand in her right hand, patiently telling me, "This is horizontal, this is vertical, this is a hook, and this is a point." Through the unremitting efforts of my mother and me. It took me nearly a week to write my name. My parents teach me as soon as they get off work. Compared with my present handwriting, my present handwriting is more bold and beautiful. After seven or eight years of unremitting efforts, I will write a long article. It can be said: one step at a time!

I was naive when I was a child, but now I am firm; When I was a child, I was sloppy, but now I am clean; I was naughty when I was a child, and now I respect my elders very much. In a word, time flies too fast.

Time flies, is it because the old man gave us a time machine, and I traveled from two or three to twelve!

When I was a child, I was very stingy. In order not to borrow pens from my classmates, I had a big fight with my classmates, which really broke the hearts of teachers and parents. I remember when I was in kindergarten, I argued with my good friend about a pen. At that time, my friends borrowed a pen from me, but I refused to borrow it, so they quarreled. Now think about how ridiculous it is. What a pity that a friend of two years fell in love with each other for a pen! Old man time, can you lend me a ride on your time machine to "tidy up" my little things! Please.

For eight years, these things have been deeply imprinted on my mind.

In my heart. It can't disappear, just as it happened yesterday. Why? Because time flies so fast, those things can't be washed away by water, burned or blown away by the wind. How time flies! I ran away in the blink of an eye! Why didn't I cherish it then? It's too late now, and I can't go back if I want to!

In my eyes, time and life are the same. Once you "run away", it's hard to turn back. Time is more important than money and time is more important than wealth. Please cherish those who are still in time, and don't make the same mistake as me!

The reason why a crab is called "crab" is very simple, because she is a cancer.

When the crab knows us, just call her crab. You must also pronounce "xièzì zizi zi", and you can't just call it "Xiézi".

Crab crab is an optimist, but he doesn't always talk and laugh. According to the data, the joys and sorrows of cancer are all related to the moon, so the first-grade crab and the fifteenth-grade crab are not the same person.

The moon is cloudy and the crab is sentimental and gentle-

"Crab, can I borrow a pen?"

"Go ahead!"

Full moon, crab crazy, enjoy it-

"Crab ..."

"You don't want to borrow my pen again? If you want to borrow it, just say so. How do I know what you want to borrow? Although you look at me sincerely, you will ask me to borrow it after all. Do you want to borrow it? Do you want to borrow it or not? Do you really want to borrow it? You're not really borrowing it, are you? Don't you really want to borrow ... "

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Therefore, on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, crabs can only drink a glass of wine alone and enjoy the bright moon in the sky alone-who doesn't want to have a peaceful Mid-Autumn Festival?

Crabs often make a fuss. I won a roll of toilet paper in the lottery, and I said happily, "I won a roll of toilet paper, yeah!" " "Even the hands in class are more active. It is said that you have to pay a handling fee of three yuan to participate in the lucky draw. The market price of this kind of toilet paper is fifty cents per roll. No one dares to tell the truth to the crab-no one wants to see the tragedy of the lion's roar-but look at the overexcited crab and sigh: poor man. ...

I'm in grade three.

On the day of school, the crab tied two braids for the first time and put on a blue and white school uniform! Everyone chattered around the crab to see if she had a fever or something. I just haven't seen her for a few days. But the crab sat gracefully on the stool, blinking his beautiful big eyes: "It's the third day, it's time to relax ..."

What? !

The audience was stunned.

Throughout the third year, crabs wore school uniforms and pigtails, smiling at people and thinking about topics. Crab won't let us call her crab any more, saying it's the third day. Crab is not a crab, but Hu Yan. From then on, everyone politely called crabs "Hu Yan" and "Hu Yan", and crabs always answered with a smile. Every full moon and new moon, she will never change much. ...

After graduating from junior high school, crab went to a key high school.

Crab's birthday this year happens to be the same day as Easter.

Time is like a song. Composition 1 1 4 With Jay's eccentric music style, the song "Straight Answer" always reminds me of a tearful second-year campus life.

Who plays a straight answer on the pipa?

When you see a child, the years are peeling off the wall.

I still remember that year when we were all very young.

But now the piano is weak, and you didn't hear my waiting.

When the spring breeze swept across the south of the Yangtze River, we read Zhu Ziqing's Spring in the classroom, occasionally mixed with the voices and laughter of some naughty boys. When the cold wind swept across the south of the Yangtze River, it took away the last dead leaves of camphor trees near the east wall of the campus, and winter naturally came. We hid in the warm classroom, quietly enjoying the winter in Jinan written by Lao She, and imagining Jinan in the sunshine far away from us.

The faces that can't be waved away in memory also follow.

Under that camphor tree, I met a girl named Dream Butterfly with two pigtails and a shy smile, as beautiful as a flower.

She and I became classmates. Then they became friends again. Besides, they became good friends.

When I first met her, she was silent, and her reading voice was not good, even creepy. She loves to cry and can't stand the slightest injury. I can't comfort her. I've always wanted to change her personality. I think I can do it. Maybe I'm a little overconfident, because I didn't know her at that time.

I found that when she had the next class, she would always slow down and glance inside.

One day, the class was discussing a boy and a girl in the next class. I was surprised that she was staring at an abnormal book next to her. At night, the wind is blowing hard and dark clouds are gathering. Suddenly, it rained heavily, with lightning and thunder. Boys deliberately turn off the lights to make timid girls scream. After a girl scolded a boy, the light came on again.

The moment I laughed, it was the sadness of her tears that flowed down her fair skin. I comforted her for a long time, and most of my classmates left.

I borrowed an umbrella from my classmates who lived on campus, and they walked into the night with their umbrellas.

On the way, it was windy and rainy. We snuggled up to each other and held an unstable umbrella together. I think, maybe then we were destined to bear the wind and rain together. The friendship witnessed by wind and rain is timeless and can stand the test.

I have wiped away tears for her several times, comforted her broken heart several times, brushed away her sad brow several times, and spent only one storm with her, but it was the most unforgettable.

When the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan turns green, I think I still can't forget the fleeting time. Our favorite song will come with the wind and gently ring in my ear.

Time is like a song. Composition 1 1 5 Looking back suddenly, three years passed in a hurry. Three years in junior high school is only a fleeting moment, but it records too many beautiful and sad experiences. My junior high school life is like a song of years engraved in my memory. Now I gently put this record on the phonograph and quietly relive this familiar melody-

The melody of the seventh grade is soothing and cheerful. I am full of curiosity and joy about junior high school. In my eyes, new discoveries are made every day-I marvel at such a beautiful row of begonia on campus; I find that military training life is so desirable; I learned that there are so many mysteries in biology. At that time, I felt everything around me with the purest heart, like a carefree silly child, and wasted my beautiful youth without hesitation or stint.

This year, I look forward to, I sing, I sing happily.

The melody of the eighth grade is very calm and slightly sad. A small mistake caused a deep gap between my classmates and me. I suddenly changed-from a naive child who loves to talk and laugh to a brooding teenager. In the face of my classmates' "beating my chest and pointing fingers", I chose to bear it, because I knew I had no power to argue at all. This year, in the eyes of others, it is the same. It is beautiful and natural to go to Qiu Lai in winter; However, I am different from others. The lonely wind and bitter rain at dusk, the withered begonia petals and the pieces of residual clouds in the air will arouse my infinite feelings and touch the weakest corner of my heart.

This year, I was disappointed, I sang and I was lost.

The melody of the ninth grade is exciting and tense. That longing, that disappointment, has become history. The pressure brought by the senior high school entrance examination made me feel the burden on my shoulders immediately. However, the senior high school entrance examination also gave me motivation to study. In order to take the senior high school entrance examination, to live up to teachers' expectations, to repay parents' care and to achieve my ultimate goal, I fought bravely and made unremitting efforts. Of course, besides, I have no choice but to give up a lot of things I cherish, but I firmly believe that my efforts will be rewarded. I believe I will get better and better in the future.

This year, I ran, sang and sang confidently.

The three movements flowed away gently like water. I carefully removed this record and put it back in my backpack. After this little pause, I will once again embark on the road of youth and sing bravely. I know that the hurried years will engrave my every move, every word and deed on this record for me to savor and listen carefully.

Years are like a song 1 1 6 "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road …" At home, I heard "farewell". With the melody of this gentle song, my thoughts flew to the sky of junior high school life in the past three years and opened my diary:

20xx June 1 day, Sunday, weather: sunny.

This year's "June 1st" is the last Children's Day we have ever had. I will no longer be a child, but a young man. That alone is cause for celebration. I am really happy to say that there will be a class meeting to celebrate "June 1" after class today. In order to prepare for this class meeting, some students and I didn't rest at noon! In the afternoon, the students were shocked when they came to the classroom. The whole classroom is decorated with colored strips, and the table moves against the wall, which is very open. The class meeting starts at about three o'clock. According to the program arrangement, the activities were carried out in an orderly way, and the applause of the audience came and went, and everyone entered a state. The most wonderful program is the dance of Xiaoji and Yingying. Several girls are wearing denim skirts and dancing with strong music beats. They are really full of youthful vitality! Yes, isn't time like this song with a strong beat?

20xx65438+1Thursday, October 8th Weather: cloudy.

I failed this exam and dropped five places in my class. I'm in a really bad mood, just like being hung in a storm. The head teacher and I chatted. Ask me what is the reason for my failure. What subjects did you miss? Is the basic knowledge not solid? Still won't apply? Under the guidance of her ship, I finally understood my weak links and made a reasonable study plan. And every time you finish the exam, you should reflect. Finally, my mood changed from a low moonlight sonata to a gentle whisper of the autumn moon.

Life is like this. There will be tenderness and orgasm when you are low.

20xx165438+1October 18, Wednesday, weather: sunny.

This afternoon, the women's board shoes in our class won the first place in the group. I am proud of them! At the same time, I admire and admire the tacit understanding between them. During the competition, other students in our class cheered them on the sidelines and sang their idols' new songs to encourage them. In just twenty seconds, they "flew" across the finish line, which was really amazing.

It's hard to describe my mood to see everyone's face filled with joy after success.

My junior high school life is like a tune, with colorful melody and harmonious notes. Listen carefully to the songs you have played over the years! I think it's great!

The years are like a song+1 1+7. The sun is pouring down, and the hot air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the sadness is like a faint fragrance of flowers. Memories of you are like frames of scenery gently unfolded by the wind of years. The days we passed together, the wonderful bits and pieces, will be my eternal treasure.

Looking back on the past years, I am deeply grateful to you naughty and tolerant children. I can't grow up with you Isn't our big family of more than 60 people just growing up?

In the reading activities of scholarly classes in Henan Province, Class One won the 5th and 6th Scholarly Class Awards and the 7th Scholarly Class Special Award. That year, we were named "Five Good League Branches" in the district. Our class meeting class has been shown many times as an observation class. At the moral education seminar of middle school principals in the whole region, our class meeting "I love my family" received rave reviews ... these are the results of our joint efforts.

We've been through more than that.

We raised money for children in Yushu disaster area in Qinghai, and the scene of charity sale on the playground made our blood boil; We took to the streets to contribute to creating health; We walked into the revolutionary memorial hall and pursued the red footprint; We go to the children's welfare home on holidays and bring love and warmth; In spring, we bathed in books, "reading at that time when flowers bloom"; We are grateful to our mother during the festival, "How deep is the mother's love"; On the Dragon Boat Festival, we eat zongzi together. "Zongzi is fragrant and sunny at home"; Autumn sports meeting, we unite and struggle, passionate; With tears in our eyes and a smile on our lips, we sang together: "We are all a family, a family that loves each other ..."

Too many memories come to mind. They are as bright as stars and as beautiful as wild flowers. Because of your company and our common weaving, the plain years have also been woven into beautiful brocade. The scenery treasured in the heart will not fade because of the erosion of wind and rain, and the people treasured in the heart will not forget it because of the passage of time.

There is a song "The most romantic thing I can think of ..." in my ear. The most romantic thing I can think of is that I am getting old and you are growing up healthily and happily. When I was sitting in the warm sunshine with silver hair and looking through old photos, I thought: At that time, your appearance was still so clear, and I think my heart is still so young because I have you in my heart.

Maybe I'm just a passer-by in your life, but your appearance has made my three years full and beautiful.

Just like the years in that song, we walked together, we don't need to remember, but we will never forget.

There is a kind of love for separation, take off from here! Fly to a higher and farther world. I will be here, quietly waiting, quietly blessing, quietly listening to the voice of your life jointing.

Time is like a song. Composition 1 1 8 Time comes and goes in a hurry. Unconsciously, junior high school has been almost three years. Looking back suddenly, I found that the years were like songs.

The first day, cheerful music.

When I was in junior high school, I took off my immature coat when I was in primary school, and I haven't had time to put on mature and steady fashion. At this time, we are carefree, without the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, and no exams interfere with our lives. Our days are full of happiness. I laugh and chase all day, whisper in class and read picture books. It seems that our task is to laugh, play rather than study, and most of our energy is concentrated on 10 minutes after class. These ten minutes make up our first grade. Whenever the bell rings, we always cheer up and prepare for a happy 10 minute.

This is the first day, cheerful music. ...

The next day, lyrical ancient rhyme

In the second day, life was obviously tense. Maybe it's because there is still nearly a year before the senior high school entrance examination. 10 minutes between classes is no longer as lively as the first day of junior high school, and I have become steady. Gradually, the days flow slowly in the busy and fulfilling footsteps. Sometimes I bow my head and meditate, thinking about one question after another; Sometimes I will communicate with my classmates and overcome difficulties. During this period, I have the pride and joy of solving difficult problems, the sadness and distress of failing in the exam, and the gratitude and satisfaction of helping each other. This is the second day, full of our feelings for each other.

This is the second day, lyrical ancient rhyme. ...

Third grade, passionate rock.

Another year has passed, and I am in Grade Three. The senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner, and the study pressure is enormous. It can really be said that "there is a quiz every day, and the big exam is 369". I am on tenterhooks every day for fear of failing the exam. Our pens are flying on the paper, and our brains are running fast. In the face of unknown achievements, my heart beats faster and doubles every minute. Oh, my God! For the senior high school entrance examination, come on, work hard and struggle! Our life is full of passion and we are eager for success!

This is the third grade, passionate rock. ...

Years are like songs, cheerful tunes, lyrical ancient rhyme and passionate rock, which constitute the symphony of junior high school life. The years like songs, the true feelings of schoolmates, the teachings of teachers and the care of elders have all interpreted the theme song "Unforgettable Years".

Time is like a song 1 1 9 I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like interval, which represents youth. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Time is like a long song. It is sometimes slow and urgent, sometimes gentle and sometimes passionate, lingering around me. After repeating it, I can't press the play button anymore. Time is like a long song, singing sadness, playing joy and sighing sadness. Those of us who listen to it will sob or smile gently with the melody.

Looking back on three years of junior high school life, I grew up slowly in the singing of youth, from an ignorant and naive child to a calm and calm girl.

Time is like a beautiful piano music, cold as a mountain spring, light and euphemistic. Earphones clearly play "There is no empty city", and a slightly sad melody evokes memories in my mind. I remembered chasing and playing with my friends on campus, and laughter spread all over the campus. Chatting under the pine tree, watching the sun being screened off by the branches and leaves; Write hard in class and experience the surprise of solving problems. Every scene seems to knock out a note and finally merge into a song, which is light and tactfully.

Time is like a cheerful pop music, as crisp as a bell in the wind, fresh and smooth. I still remember being asked by the teacher when I was doing little tricks in class. The students around me told me the answer softly, smiled at her after sitting down, and then sat up politely, afraid to do anything more. I miss it so much. In the past three years, 1000 days of joys and sorrows have passed in such a hurry, leaving many vivid details and wonderful fragments. Among them, there are young naughty, bitter failures, feelings of being suddenly enlightened, and countless hard tears. I remember Xi Murong once said that "Youth is a hasty book". Yes, every day of junior high school life is like a page, and my notes record the bitterness and glory of my growth.

Time is like a refined folk song, singing and contending like a warbler in the forest. I looked at the sky not far away, and a thin cloud was deposited on the blue sky. It suddenly occurred to me that the teachers who have painstakingly taught me in the past three years, under their inculcation, I gradually realized the happiness of "one hard work, one harvest", felt the anxiety of "not waiting for leisure, leaving my young head blank and feeling sad", and honed my strong will to "stick to the castle peak and not relax". I still remember that every time I make up lessons, the teacher will get up rain or shine and never arrive late or leave early. Now three years have passed in a blink of an eye, just as Zhuangzi said: "If there is a gap between heaven and earth, it will be sudden."

Time is like a song. At the end of this song of youth, we will also wave goodbye. We will rush to the next better year and welcome a new life.

Years are like a song+110. Outside the window, the breeze blows gently, and the white clouds on the horizon turn red little by little, and then turn purple little by little, which makes people feel beautiful.

Your character is as delicate as soft water, and his character is as rough as a wild horse running on the grassland ... All kinds of people have come into my life, which constitutes my singing years.

No matter how good the students in junior high school are, they are not as good as the "lunatics" in primary school. No matter how sincere the friendship in junior high school is, it can't replace the profound friendship in primary school.

Six years, such a long time, is "gone" in a blink of an eye. Break the shape but not the heart. Over the past six years, everyone's hearts have been linked together.

On the day of graduation season, it was also a clear sky in Wan Li. The head teacher's sharp eyes melt instantly, and tears are in his eyes-we don't care about our past misdeeds-copying homework and making up homework, and we will consciously be willing to pay a "huge price" for it-stand up and stay in class. Although I sometimes shed tears, my previous resentment has already turned into a deep attachment to her.

After saying goodbye, we will often come back to see her, as in previous years. Mid-term exams, art festivals, as long as we have half a day off, we will go back to the high wall and cran our necks to look at the school outside ... those tall figures-yes, that's us.

We walked lightly on Colonel Park Road and revisited the old place, which made us extremely excited. Once we caught ants in that tree and played hide-and-seek behind that stone. Everything remains the same, but people have gone and never come back.

Seeing that trace, I realized that it was indelible, so I remembered that bit by bit: I remembered that my classmates and I went to a hidden place to chat at noon and called it a secret base; And that "old place" See you at the usual place after dinner! This is what we have been talking about. You eat delicious food one by one, and sharing makes us enjoy it.

When getting along with friends, the crazy time together is always short and affectionate. In retrospect, I will gradually find that junior high school students, no matter how excellent, are not as good as those "lunatics" in primary school. You will find that no matter what, you love them, and no one can match them.

Six years.

Six years!

We have grown from that babbling and confused child to a sophisticated, firm-eyed and charming teenager. Goodbye, beautiful you, goodbye to childhood and primary school like a song.

The past is safe, the original heart remains the same, and it is enough to recall the past.

Time is like a song, ringing and drifting away. ...

Time flies like a song+111in the blink of an eye, three years of junior high school have passed. Looking back, we have too much happiness and sadness, experienced too many waves and obstacles, and paid too much sweat and effort ... In the face of all this, we can only sigh: time is like a song.

Time is like a song. In these three years, we have compiled a series of colorful rainbows, let ourselves walk through the air, look at the sea and the world. In our three years of life, we have learned to cherish, appreciate and be modest. In these three years of life, we have learned friendship, affection and teacher-student relationship. We know the anxiety of "not waiting for leisure, turning a teenager's head white and feeling empty and sad", so we work harder to make up for a better life. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song!

Time is like a song. In these three years, we dug a series of small rivers and let ourselves flow into the rivers and oceans with the current. In these three years of life, we have learned to be strong, to struggle and to face. In these three years of life, we know that there are still many things we have to face, just like the river we dug. In the process of flowing, stones come to hinder and weeds come to intercept. However, no difficulty can stop our burning hearts. We are well aware of the perseverance of "sticking to the green hills and not relaxing", so we are always ready to accept any challenge and strive to reach the distant ocean. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song.

Time is like a song. In these three years, we painted a series of sunset glow, bathed in warm oblique light, and stepped on a sunset glow, giving off more beautiful light. In these three years of life, we have learned to express ourselves, adapt to and look forward to the future. In these three years of life, we know that the sunset glow can only show its brilliance when the sun is about to set. In these three years, we have tried our best to show ourselves, our wisdom, our talents and our nobility. We know that "I just found the gap between my dream and reality, and let myself experience every feeling of facing the wind, just like seeing the fable of tears and joy on this day." I want to chase and pursue the perfect world; I still want to fly, flying very high and far in my world. Therefore, we strive to draw a more perfect sunset. We can't help but sigh: time is like a song.

Time is like a song, it weaves life, writes enthusiasm and sings joy. Let's feel beautiful and happy in these three years of junior high school life.