I crossed the threshold of high school and started a colorful first life. Strange classmates, spacious and bright classroom, the amiable teacher, the book that sends out the smell of ink, attracts me, fills me with joy.
Friendship is like a happy bird, carrying hope to the sky. Opening soon, and I will make a lot of friends, small lovely shi nan, knowledgeable ZuoHaoLin, helpful anhui su zhou and so on, they give me the first life brings endless happiness. At the same time, I am full of longing for knowledge as the flowers are yearning for the morning sun. In Chinese classes, I appreciate the Indian author tagores children carefree, free life, and feel the by the authors friends were sad emotion; In math class, I couldnt figure out the geometry problem; In the history lesson I was filled with abhorrence of the aggressors; In geography class I understand the meaning of east longitude and north latitude.
The activity class began, and we danced to the playground. We free run on the playground, some playing basketball, playing table tennis, some practicing the long jump, some practice run, the classmates each exhibition charm, this is the place where the sweat and belief to water, is the movement of the sky, is the he**en of condensation countless laughter. The final exam was approaching, assignments, and papers, homework alone pressure Im out of breath, white papers again, writing in class, the class to write; Write by day and write at night; Write in school, at home, no idle all day, only to live up to their relatives and the teachers expectations, the pursuit of dream in the heart, we dont shout, not shout tired, encourage each other on the way of learning more lost more br**e.