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    Speechless

    It has been almost a month since I went to high school, and I still have a lot of emotions in my heart.

    In the past few days, the evening self-study is already full.  I must do the exercise books assigned by the teacher, I must read the tutoring materials, and I must preview the textbooks.  I no longer have the time to write like I did a few days ago. Fortunately, today is Saturday. There is no class, but self-study, so I have finished all my homework.

    Inadvertently looking at the classmate's workbook, I found that basically I did what I learned, and some even didn't do what I learned. This seems to be the same as my junior high school classmates.

    In the first quiz, I scored 63 in physics, which was on the verge of passing.  I also know my status in the class: about thirty or so.  That time, I wanted to cry, but held back.  Junior high school is so beautiful, I am the all-powerful, I enjoy a high reputation both in the class and in the grade.  It can be said that turning hands into clouds and turning hands into rain, but now, everything has changed.

    Feeling so annoying!  The learning tasks are too heavy, and there were people who helped and cared for me when I was in junior high school, but now they don't.  But I shouted in my heart, I won't give up, I won't give up, I won't give up.  I must work hard, I must work hard.  Get into college, get into college, get into college.  I was afraid that time would degrade it, so I engraved it in my heart.

    It seems that there are some things that we should look down on. This is what Wang Jie said when he wrote.  Indeed, it should.

    Now I am not so excited about their letters.  This may be a kind of forgetting.  But how can I forget that they are the lives I lost yesterday!  I cannot forget.

    Quietly is the death of time, thinking about how much love was in the third grade of junior high school, everything is in the mist and mist.

    The third day of junior high school, a short hundred days, seems to be long, but in reality it is short.  Intersection, separation, everything goes without saying.

    The crowd is looking forward to it thousands of times, but it suddenly arrives, but it seems to be lonely and lonely in hell.

    The words in the third grade of junior high school are clear, clear, and still deeply remembered.  Every sound, every sentence is like a sharp knife, sharpening on my heart.

    The third day of junior high school, how many people's hearts have you tortured!

    When I first entered, I faced familiar faces one by one, thinking that time would pass faster, but at this moment of socializing, I suddenly found my real life.  So, I want to slow down time.  But it just kept going, like it always did, and it broke my heart.  Therefore, I have no choice but to cherish possession, remember a sentence of caring words, get acquainted with each beautiful face, stay with each happy story, connect with kind and beautiful hearts, and cherish this period of looking forward to the future.  , thinking about the fate of Jingnv and chatting on today's youthful road.

    How many feelings can withstand memories?  Aren't the experiences of a person's life all memories?

    Think about yesterday, look forward to yesterday, think about yesterday, yesterday is over.  Talk about the future, talk about the future, ignore the future, and be confused about the future.  I can only hope that the sun will rise higher and higher today!

    ? 2007, September, 22-23 (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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