It was raining, and big drops of rain hit me. I ran back to the classroom, sat on my seat, and found a piece of clean white paper. I squeezed it hard and squeezed it hard. I kneaded the paper and made various shapes of nothingness. When I opened the paper, I saw all kinds of articles and traces, like cracks that suddenly appeared in the void, sucking me in, but it was still blank inside. Boundless. I slowly tore it open, watching the cracks getting bigger and deeper, listening to the "hissing" sound, it felt like my life was breaking section by section, and then disappeared... …

I stared at the white pieces of paper of different shapes, as if I saw everything I had experienced, all the joy, all the sadness, all the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the everything. I began to piece it together like crazy, and then stared at the broken pieces of paper while gasping for breath. I thought more than once whether my passing time and disappearing youth were hidden in the broken gaps. And my endless sorrow.

Sitting on a cold stone bench, the chill hits my heart. I lean against a very old locust tree. Kapok seeds are flying in the sky, floating over my head, and drifting away with the wind. Like those long-lost memories, I carefully counted the swaying sunlight cut into pieces by branches and leaves, as if looking for disappearing pieces to fill in the incomplete memories.

Walking in the middle of the endless stretch of road, in the twilight of my life, I couldn’t help but miss the muddy path when it rained, the ignorant child chasing the car that splashed him with mud, and the man watching The car drives away, the children playing in the sunset dejectedly, I miss the child who teased the puppy but was bitten back and cried loudly, I miss the child who looked up at the white clouds and sighed silently.

I am reminiscing as time passes.

The moment I sighed, youth was disappearing.

Youth does not have a return ticket. We are the most beautiful when we are young.

——Inscription

“Under the towering Fuqiu Mountain, by the clear Peach Blossom River, outstanding young people gather here to thrive..." with a bit of The strange melody lingered in my ears. At this time, I knew that I had become a real middle school student. I was no longer the child nestling in the arms of my parents, because I grew up; I was no longer the child who listened. A child arranged by my parents, because I have become independent; I am no longer the child who cries when encountering difficulties, because I have become stronger...

The years pass by in a blink of an eye. , I am already a second-year junior high school student. Looking back on my first-year junior high school life, everything is so beautiful, a bit bitter, but also sweet, which makes me linger in the world of memory.

Recalling my teachers, the Chinese teacher was kind and amiable, and she never spared her gentle smile in class. The math teacher was strict but kind. At the same time, as the class teacher, she always cared about us meticulously. Every student in the class and the English teacher are like our big friends. They joke around and there seems to be no barrier. ·······

Teachers always care for us in every possible way. Maybe their methods are not very similar, but their goals are always the same. Our reward for them is to have good grades.

Recalling my classmates, I like to make friends; I like to mingle with my classmates; I like to tell them my troubles; I like to make happiness belong to everyone.

In the past, when we were young, we were too naive and ignorant. We always had some choices when making friends, so we formed the idea that we would only make friends with those with good grades. I never agree with this. I think, good grades do not mean that people are good; bad grades do not mean that people are bad. Therefore, my principle of making friends is to "treat people sincerely".

So, with a kind of curiosity about each classmate, I started to make friends in the class, and the harvest was really great. I met Lao Pan. She didn’t get good grades, but she was indispensable in the dormitory. Comedian; I met Bin Zai, who has bad grades, but has a cheerful personality and humor; I met Yuan Ling, who has bad grades, but is willing to listen to all my troubles and is tight-lipped; I met Zhang Lanqing, who has good grades , she is pretty and has a good personality; I met Sister Linyu, she is the leader of the class. She used to be helpful, but her classmates said that she has changed now. I met her... With friends, happiness goes hand in hand. Their humor makes me laugh every day; their concern makes me feel the power of friendship. ·······

When we enter junior high school, we bring beautiful visions. Our dreams must be realized through actions. Before entering junior high school, we exude youthful vitality and infect everyone around us. For a person, youth is so precious and beautiful. It is youth that makes us dance on the stage of junior high school. It is youth that makes us leave beautiful memories on campus.

Let us cheer for who we are now! Let us fight for who we are now, and let us have a youth without regrets!