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初中毕业英语作文 篇1
Footsteps? Faced with this theme, without a headache, I do not know how to write; There are countless footsteps in my mind, wandering in the countless footsteps, I, lost, can not help but quietly shed tears, for my own stupidity and tears... Suddenly I think of my mother's footsteps, when I cry, I always hear the footsteps of my mother, to wipe tears for me...
Oh, mother's steps! Long life road, why can we pass through a cluster of brambles, out of the darkness once? Does not always have mother's step, heel with my weak body?
When I was a child, my mother's footsteps were the warm sunshine.
I sat at my door, humming childish nursery rhymes, waiting for my mother to come home from work. The sound of footsteps coming closer and closer, looking forward to my mother's shadow. "Mom-" I rushed to hug my mother, but I didn't know my mother was tired. "Look, what did I buy for you?" "Marshmallows! "Oh, my daughter is so clever! Every day is the same, the same language, is also a cotton candy, but she seems to be not boring, perhaps every mother, watching, sweet smile, do not tired!
Oh, my mother's footsteps, the sunshine warm cotton candy...
When I grow up, my mother's step is the light that is lost.
When I grew up, I rebelled, and forced myself to grow into a thorn, stabbing myself, stabbing my mother, and dyeing my youth with blood. I refused everything, refused my mother's help, refused my mother's care; I hate everything, hate my mother's nagging, hate my mother's self-righteousness! Thinking that I no longer need my mother's love, I was so strong; However, when I fell, I found that I was so fragile that I was not strong enough to imagine! I wander in the dark, can not help crying, regret my original innocence! I thought that my mother would not love me any more. I thought that the light would not belong to me anymore. When I was disappointed, my mother's footsteps were heard again, and my mother came to me with a tissue, and she was just trying to wipe my tears. Is this my dream? But my mother's familiar smell told me that it wasn't...
Oh, mother's footsteps, lost light...
The third day; Mother's footsteps are a cup of fragrant milk tea-
I hid in the room, immersed in the book sea, racking my brain to think of a number of mathematical problems; I tried to shout, I was tired, and when I gave up, my mother's footsteps rang again, and she held a cup of fragrant milk tea and said gently, "don't be impatient, take your time! Here, have a cup of milk tea! The corners of my eyes moistened, "mother -" I, choked up...
Oh, mother's footsteps, sweet milk tea.
Thank you so much! Mother! May your footsteps accompany my life!
初中毕业英语作文 篇2
Our ferris wheel has stopped, more than a thousand days and nights, in exchange for the high school's broader learning world, but why still linger in the lattice of spring?
Ah, walk on campus again...
Kapok always in the time of the new arrival and the old life time open, the dazzling bright red, searing its China, as if we use sweat and blood to mourn the youth, no return. Under the tree bears the name of who and whose name, promised the "eternal friendship" pledge, but still do not understand the lifetime of the agreement is how extravagant. I used to hold hands and talk about things, but I could not stop at the school gate and walk to the right. I left.
The playground has quieted down. Where is the slogan and the sound of cheering and cheering? How many things have not been Shared by the secret frozen rain dripping down the veins of the leaves? How many formulas are there before you can write? How many faces are too late to remember? With the click of the "click", the smiling face of the graduation picture is not a full stop.
At the moment, there is only a few blurred strands of sticky wire wrapped around the heart. Is the seating chart on the classroom podium a password to unlock? How much of our joy and fear were stolen by the "prank" under the teacher's eyes? Thick book wall, bury our number of playground dream? Cut your background to your heart, friend, will you forget it? When the memory is bleached by the years, a little bit of grinding, will you never call your name again?
After three years of cooking, the food was so delicious that we could not cut the queue in order to eat chicken feet. The great TV show was always turned off at the climax, and with a hiss, the crowd dispersed and disappeared in a circle. Is the aunt of the canteen still so rude to the next student? Why do I remember them in my mind when they gave me a bowl of seaweed soup some day?
......
It's over. It's over, isn't it?
The kite always flies away, but its thread ends on the ground. Smoke always flies away, but its source stays in the house. We always fly far, but footprints in our Alma mater's theater...
Should not be sad, because we are growing.
At that moment, we really graduated.
初中毕业英语作文 篇3
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 "green" 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 "lazy, get up, lazy, get up... "Again and again in my ear! "Helpless, first three!" After arriving at school, a day of intensive study began, Chinese, physics, mathematics- it was all over the world. "Bell"- 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... "Helpless, first three!" 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, "today, you are going to do your own work on sodium hydroxide and copper sulfate... "The 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 - examination.looking 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.
"How 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!
初中毕业英语作文 篇4
The bloom of youth and flowers make us tired but without regret; The rain and snow of the four seasons make us tired but not gaunt. Yesterday, we were still in the middle of the test, but today we have to say goodbye, we have to sing the farewell - this sad song.
From the annual "school culture and arts festival" to "English week", from the "spring track and field games" to the "may song". These are the stage for our west school students to show their elegant style and enterprising spirit. They inspire us to study more seriously and enrich our junior high school life.
We should thank our Alma mater. As we prepare, our ignorance and ignorance are gradually mature and calm after her baptism. I think, the Alma mater gives us not only the knowledge, but also the friendship, is a kind of broad-minded and a proud and proud to be the Alma mater!
We should thank our teachers. Every time we are confused by setbacks, it is the teacher who inspires us, burning ourselves like a candle to illuminate our future journey. Every time we lose courage in face of difficulties, it is the teacher who encourages us to step on the path to success as stone steps. In the course of teacher luo qiming's teaching; Nunda? The teacher at the top of the sports meeting, cheered Jiang Gongyu teacher led us to become her pride, and Liu Cuiyu teachers, teacher zhang li and all the teachers who taught us, here, I would like to sincerely say thank you to you, because without you, there would be no us today!
We should thank our friends. "Friends walk together all the time, those days no longer have, a word, life, life, a cup of wine. The familiar "friend" cannot sing the friendship between us. Who else can so sincerely congratulate each other on success? Who else can make the effort to yell at each other at the games? Only you, my friends!
Today, we young eagles are about to leave their Alma mater's arms and wield a powerful, powerful wand to soar into the wider blue sky. I think we don't have much time to immerse ourselves in the memories, because that doesn't make us move forward; We can't just be full of fantasies about the future, and the language needs to be realized by our efforts. We only grasp the present, the power of now, finally we only live in the moment, cherish this good memories not ruffle, painted with a grateful heart, to the life more brilliant tomorrow!
Goodbye, my Alma mater, goodbye, my teachers and friends, I believe there will be a reunion!
初中毕业英语作文 篇5
Graduation, what a heavy word! Once, I think graduation is liberation, is liberation. But now? I graduated, but the taste is very different. What is it like? Bitter? It isn't. Acid? It isn't. Le? It isn't. Xi? Also is not. What's that? I don't know what it's like.
With a cup of freshly brewed tea, sitting on the wooden chair in front of the window, watching the drizzle of the wind dancing in the window, let my thoughts fly with the rain in the window...
It was a season with flowers and grass. We walked into the unfamiliar class with a childish smile and started our junior high school life. This year is another season with flowers and grass. We take the face that has been honed through junior high school to get out of the familiar class and start our life of running things. We graduated.
How many times I hope to graduate soon, but now I graduate, but I am very disappointed, not only the taste of the heart. May be bitter, because oneself want to be separated from classmate, reluctant, feel very bitter. May be sad, because leave the class body that oneself spend 3 years, do not know everybody will still remember this to move the class? It feels very sour. Maybe it was fun, because I got into my dream school and felt a little bit of fun. May be happy, oneself again will meet new classmate, feel with a little joy. May be...
Once again open the information that the preparation examination USES, the heart has infinite feeling. Touch the notes with your hands and feel very sour. Nose an acid, tears fall into the mouth, very bitter, really bitter...
Now think of it, three years is very short, but look back, see the road, there are twists and turns. They are flat, but they are pleasant, no matter what. But now, after graduation, without a friend's company, what would happen?
The taste of graduation is like a kite with a broken line. A lonely person drifts in the sky, although the day is wide and blue, but the broken line is different and can only be destroyed by itself.
The taste of graduation, just like a cup of bitter coffee, although can add sugar, still make the heart haggard, the past cannot be chased, let the cold wind blow......
初中毕业英语作文 篇6
At the moment I held my diploma, I finally believed that my junior high school life was coming to a close. It all comes to an end.
Before the mid-term exam, we were a busy group of children, leading a so-called "two-point" life. We gladly accept this life without any rejection. And it's all worth it for the future. Accept, give up, and get what you want. The purpose of our life is so simple and similar. Oh, a group of children.
I don't know how I spent those two and a half days, but I only knew that I had to write it down with my real hands for three years. On the first day, I felt nothing but fatigue. The next day, I began to have a few fidgeting, I desperately restrain. On the third day, after finishing the last section of the exam, there was a lot of sadness in my heart.
I was free, and at the moment I stopped, I understood. This freedom is relative.
The streets were filled with people who were not familiar with the old streets, and they were children who had not yet grown up. Perhaps their presence made the old street angry, but I was really sorry. When a segment loses a point, it's a ray. No matter how good the starting point, it is always aimless.
初中毕业英语作文 篇7
Colorful junior high school life is about to pass, looking back on the past, everything is like yesterday. Three years of junior high school life, endless sour and sweet bitterness, in this farewell day, together come to mind...
Junior high school life is very sweet. The three years of friendship between classmates is rich and mellow and sweet. From the moment when we first entered the school, we began to talk about it. It was sweet, just like honey in the mouth, and a little bit sweet to the heart. We read, write, and talk together; We played basketball and football together, and we ran all over the place. Happy, everybody share; Difficult, together. Happiness is like this! Really, junior high school life is very sweet. Life in junior high school is sour. Whenever I fail in the exam, I will hate myself for not being angry, and shed tears of regret. Occasionally the teacher's quiet rebuke, I will feel aggrieved and sad. However, the acid is a sincere gift, whenever I am sad because of the exam, I will understand: the result needs to pay, the effort will be rewarded. Whenever I feel bitter about criticism, I tell myself that I can never do it again. That is it, every time the acid, will give me a warning - "acid, I am not afraid!"
Life in junior high is tough. For the ultimate goal, for the future dream, we need to work hard. I had to get up at dawn to make time for recitation. I will not rest until ten o 'clock, so that I will not leave today's work till tomorrow. During the day, "language, number, politics, external, rational, chemical, student", all classes have homework; In the evening, read the candle at night, because tomorrow the teacher will check the homework. Oh, dead tired! Think of the World Cup on TV, but you have to face the pile of homework and shake your head. Junior high school life, really tired!
Junior high school life, let me taste the sweet and sour taste of the world, also the flavor. Sour and bitter but sweet, giving always pays. When I finished my exams with ease, and drew a full stop for my junior high school life, I looked back and saw that everything was so memorable. My dear middle school life, goodbye!
初中毕业英语作文 篇8
On June 14, 20XX, I left the school and came out of the school gate to realize that it was no longer mine.
Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar teaching building, stopped.
Looking back, the former forest, sweet and laughing and the faint taste, and this is just immersed in the past of the memories, is difficult to extricate themselves.
Looking back, the man who once was, the night, all that was once, deep in the past, remote looking into the distance, whether the goal is still clear... Because they are too pale, we, they, the blink of an eye is just the old photos of the years. Before you know it, it's time to separate. Lifting her head, the tears in her eyes fell silent as the leaves on her head.
The green hill middle school, which is familiar to the test paper, is marked in class 3, grade 9, and may never be able to write again.
The long awaited midterm exam ended in a brawl.
The end, but not the madness, only the silence and the light a wisp of sadness.
Farewell, but no laughter, only bow to silence, already shaking voice can not say goodbye...
The school that does not want to be happy, can't lose the lovely friendship, forget the kind teacher, cut the constant missing- where to go? Those who can't let go of those smiles, the sad ones that can't be lost, the crazy ones that can't be forgotten, the ones who don't do it, the crying, the constant yearning- can't get rid of it. Flowers bloom, year after year,
Will we be together again tomorrow? I don't want to say goodbye. It's difficult to meet when we meet. I don't want to say goodbye, but I still have a smile on my face. As time goes by, will we meet again in the near future? I don't want to say goodbye, I want to leave the time today, I don't want to say goodbye, I have too many words to say...
Three years of hard work, three years of hard work, three years of inculturation, three years of little care, leaving in the present, how can we forget? Thousands of words, no way to the school of the general deep gratitude; It is difficult to resist the gratitude of the teacher mountain. Thousands of mountains and rivers, can not walk three years deep shallow footprints.
Time is a one-way road and you can't get a return ticket. But time does not fade with time, the face does not fade with time, the faith does not wash with time brown. After graduation, I have collected all the sentimentality and regret, took all the depression and repentance, with all the hope and longing, left...
This is a time filled with laughter, romance, ambition, sour and melancholy, and perhaps I will never forget it. I want to describe it one by one in more languages, but when I write it, I find that there are flashes of the past, and my hands, but nothing can be written...
初中毕业英语作文 篇9
"Spring comes and goes, and flowers bloom again." Two years of fleeting time, leaving only a faint trace, across my wistful heart. Junior high school short time ah! What love do I have to use to keep you?
How many quiet night, sitting under the lamp, a little bit of writing their sad, a little bit of a tunnel out of the middle school misery? But today, it slipped out of my hand and left without any nostalgia!
When you're on the brink of an exam, the pressure is always great. It urged me, reminding me not to give me a little free space. The graduates' homework is piled up, the sad and cold of the graduates can only follow the night wind, flying to the top of the sky, like to crush it, out of the bound world.
Helpless, helpless, helpless...
Perhaps the only thing I can do now is to count my melancholy on every such night.
I don't know how to give up, not to cherish. What I do is a fatalistic arrangement. Maybe I can get rid of it, but I chose to give up.
When you are tired, your life is not important. I became so tired, so tired, that I became confused. Perhaps the path I can choose now is to accept it?
Do not know the end of bitter and tears, will there be dazzling sunlight?
初中毕业英语作文 篇10
So he wandered for three more years, three years. And so he wandered away. Have had the dream, have the recollection, have had the cry and the smile. And so, gradually, the clouds disappeared. Maybe the mist will vanish in the dawn, rain in the sky, as the snow melts in the sun. Just like this, quietly, slowly, in the heart germination, growing a kind of thinking, a kind of not give up, a kind of heartache.
This is the second graduation in life, still remember primary school graduation, did not give up, there is a kind of liberation, there is no remembrance, there is a kind of disgust, there is no heartache, there is a kind of happiness. Miss at that time, not everything, don't cry for the broken friendship, just very happy to get the diploma, out of the door smiles on their faces, not back, also don't remember some of what on purpose.
Graduated from junior high school, has a bleak, each sign a classmate alumni, each write a message, heart there will always be ripples stirred, would you want to be, there is a sense of heartache, only three years, seems to be on the heart carved a symbol of the eternal, forever, forever, whenever picked up the graduation, carefully looked at the face of the dramatic, looking at that a face hang a smile, that is full of childish and naive face, always with a smile to shed tears, tears like the sun. Friends say that such separation is nothing, the departure of the university is more painful, I want to see everyone in the heart of each person to leave, to be far away from their own. I can not help but a shiver, there is such a separation, such a painful separation, but this year's departure also let me not. The first taste of don't give up, the first taste of sad, break up for the first time, there is nothing I can do, can only stand in situ, watching the people around me to run, finally disappeared in the my eye level.
Seems to be in the evening, to show their true feelings, because it was dark, so no one will notice your own sorrow, no one will see their tears, no one will see the weak himself, in the evening, no longer strong, don't have to hold my head high like during the day, head and said: "the graduate, I am not afraid of parting, I am strong!!!!! I'm not afraid of it! No more, I can confidently tell myself, I don't give up, I am afraid of separation, the people around me leave themselves, the fake smile finally can rest.
For parting, heard a song of "just", that is a kind of tore heart crack lung of pain, the high-pitched, fidgety heart could no longer hold any strong, collapse before the song, face the reality of the separation, the heart once again by pain. Listen to others, lonely people will remember everyone around them, lonely people will be around each person's departure and heartache tears. Beginning, I believe that this sentence, because I am not lonely, so I often can't remember a person's full name, gradually, I see, they have already occupied the position in my heart, I have to remember the side of every one, also for the left side any one heart, this represents a I am a lonely person? "I asked myself several times. I am not lonely, I am not lonely, now I can be proud to say, because I am loved, loved by people, know how to love others. I let everyone around me live in my heart, I love them with my heart, even if, when I leave, I will hurt, I will still love them, forever.
Graduation, parting, heartache, but I have not forgotten our dream, belong to our home.
初中毕业英语作文 篇11
The future is like a cloud in the sky. From the day of graduation, it has been a long journey to pursue the clouds. Tomorrow is good, but the road may be rugged, but in any case, we have a precious memory, a kind of friendship, a life unforgettable experience...
Graduation, like a big full stop, from now on, we say goodbye to a period of pure youth, a period of young and frivolous, a period of fantasy...
These days before graduation, time passes like quicksand, it seems long, but all the time; Want to retain, a hand, the limited time is in the fingers slip away, the graduation reply, the farewell party banquet, raise a hand, each rush thing...... Everything seems to be expected, and everything goes too far.
Youth is over, we wait for the next opening. Waiting for us on the road ahead, facing the sunshine, bravely flying to the heart of the dream; Waiting for us in the front of the story, in the starlight, recall the best six years of life.
Maybe, at the next graduation ceremony, we'll see the last, and then we'll say goodbye. I can't help feeling a little sad when I think of this.
What is separation? I don't know. I've been simmering for a long time, and I can't get the answer. It contains a profound meaning that I can't understand. Perhaps parting is a kind of happiness, perhaps parting is a kind of sadness. It depends on how we understand it. Some say separation is preparation for the next meeting, perhaps.
It is only after separation that we meet again. Some people say it is a kind of beauty, a kind of beauty that contains deep philosophic theory, which is happy after leaving, because the rest of the farewell is full of memories and good memories. If we really want to leave, please do not be sad, because the world has the fate.
Maybe someday. We'll meet again. Only hope, a faint hope, in the future, we can see a familiar face, a kind of happiness spread from the bottom of the heart...
It reminds me of the campus, the beautiful campus. There is a cluster of green, leisure, enjoy the rich shade, relax their mood. Merge yourself into it and enjoy the quiet of nature. I seem to be back on campus, walking in the familiar corridor, and the laughter of the students in my ear, it seems that the pictures appear in front of me...
The future is like a cloud in the sky, a cloud like a dream. We, from this day, began a long journey to pursue our dreams.
Tomorrow is good, but the road may be rugged, but in any case, we have a precious memory, a friendship that is difficult to share, a life unforgettable experience...
The campus scenery is beautiful, the beauty is so subtle, so elegant, so gorgeous. It was so beautiful and sad, because there was a departure, and we finally had to say goodbye to it. Gently, gently, with a flick of the sleeves, not a wisp of cloud. Take away, is that silk wisps of beautiful memories...
初中毕业英语作文 篇12
In the last summer, we will say goodbye and look back on the past. These three years, happy, sad...
Thank the teacher for three years of our hard work education and training, to the teachers, sincerely a voice: "teacher, you worked hard!" . At this moment, recalling the past three years of life, we can hardly contain the excitement of the heart, and the feelings of farewell to the hard feelings.
Some people say that junior high school life is a hasty book. Three years ago, we were in a mood of excitement and admiration, and for three years we felt her warmth and richness. Three years, more than a thousand pages of happiness and sorrow, so quickly turned over, but, it left us so many wonderful pieces. Among them, there are young and mischievous, there is the experience of the failure, there is the mature enlightenment, there is also an endless success story.
For three years, we grew up together, and this is our warm home. In this big happy family, we have created one glorious time with hard work and wisdom, and we have woven this warm and colorful junior high school life with dreams and youth. Here, let's hearts with gratitude, thanks to our Alma mater, thanks to the school leaders, thanks to our beloved teacher, thanks to our dear classmates, and send our most sincere wishes to them!
Our junior high school life is about to draw a full stop, and this period will also be a clarion call for us to pursue a higher level.
There is a good saying: "a soldier is a soldier for a thousand days." Today, we face a major challenge in our learning career- the midterm exam. It was an extraordinary moment, and a solemn and hopeful moment. It may be difficult, but know that when we are at the most difficult time, we are close to success. At that time, we will prove to the world that "the jiangshan generation has the talent, each lead for hundreds of years!"
All good things come to an end. After the midterm, we may be different, but parting is also beautiful, because it is a prelude to a happy reunion! By that time, we may cry, but don't worry. This is evidence of youth. It is it, let us have memories, learned to cherish. In fact, parting is not terrible, what is terrible is that we forget ourselves. Every moment, everyone must be their best self. I believe that we will use our own actions to show that we are worthy of the outstanding graduates, let us continue to fight against the wind and waves, go forward, realize their dream.
We will always remember the slogan "I am proud of today, I am proud of tomorrow".
Last summer, we'll say goodbye.
初中毕业英语作文 篇13
One day, when you open the door of the classroom, see not be laughing friends talk or sleeping, classmates, you hate, or like the teacher, when you see is not these, but an open, lifeless, with tables and chairs are dusty the classroom, I want to say: sweet and sour, salty, your heart is what feeling?
Desks, chairs, and in the original position, the blackboard writing from my teachers and classmates, and had stopped to watch that is familiar with the color of the curtain, and the desk has withered flower, but the memory will never forget the scene, but were gone.
Never settle for the alarm clock push myself to get up, no longer in the morning when carrying a bag of snacks on the point in class, because never late for writing words make stand as punishment, never use thick books blocking the line of sight of the teacher reading novels, never scared by students when reading a novel once said "teacher", nickname the teacher never behind, poetry, never worry, as soon as I get to the test will never worry about failed the hair have been forced to cut hair, will never listen to others to shout that oneself like or dislike the nickname, never looking forward to school every day off for the power failure or other reasons, never in a class or at the school "the countdown, not every day looking forward to the holidays, no longer someone scores than the poor, and you no longer when the class is over someone forced you to accompany her to go to the WC, no longer one thousand party hundreds of reason to leave, because we had no classes anymore.
Some people may never see it again.
Say goodbye to the old friends who hurt each other but don't want to bow down.
Say goodbye to people who have no contact but are disgusted.
Goodbye, those who love but finally parting love.
Those who love, those who hate, those who still care, those who have forgotten, those people, those things, from then on, maybe...
One day, we pick up the graduation picture, look at the original appearance of the classmate, recall the previous drips, will find: once close to persistent unrequited love is how naive. There was a time when the most boring nickname was so lovely. Once, so bad teacher is for us good. Once close, because the so-called face will not bow to the friend who missed is so regrettable. Everything will be relieved, because time, maybe we'll meet again, maybe we can't remember each other, maybe...
Treasure the friends in
