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篇1：初中毕业英语作文
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.
篇2：初中毕业英语作文
Can we still be together? I ask myself in doubt!
Without you, galactose coffee is bitter.
A day without you is equal to a face without a smile.
Without you, my heart has a PH < 7.
My “world” is not warm without you.
It is sweet to have your days and be tired again.
When you have your day, the cloudy sky will be bright.
In your days, all my things will be “victorious”.
With your presence, I have changed from silent. I am not a “lonely boy”, I am all changed, I am afraid of losing you, I have made you a part of my life.
I'm afraid losing your head is floating in my head. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm really scared. Afraid we are “strangers”
“Ten years ago I don't know you don't belong to me we still accompany you around a stranger through the streets of gradually familiar with ten years later we are friends can also asked the reason for just that kind of gentle can't find a hug lover finally unavoidably become friends” afraid it will be our ending.
Will you? Will you? Is this really going to happen?
To make myself more relaxed, I use “smoke” to paralyze myself, to borrow “smoke” to drown sorrow and worry more.
Only a short 10 days to pull! Can we still be there? What can I do for you? What can I do for you? What can I leave for you? I can andsoon!
In June, an exciting, hectic, hectic, nervous, tiring day, your birthday is coming, and I wish you a happy birthday in advance. “Happybirthday!” I said,
Sorry, please forgive me to write you in my article, I am really sorry! Because I see you so heavy, so heavy!
When one day you see me crying in the bright light, please ignore me, I must be blaming myself.
Can we still be together? Will you? I do not know whether you love me, like me, I will not give up you, forever!
Can we still be there? Will you? My heart has buried you in the distance, buried deep, deep!
Can we still be together? Will you? You have a high place in my heart, I am afraid of losing you, afraid of losing you!
The time is really fast, it has passed. We can't try to remember anything, but we can leave one of the best and best memories for each other. Let us be happier, happier and happier in the future.
You -- green first, I will always love you deeply!
Feel: cry also want to face, happy also want to face! Let's listen to the voice of god and grow up in happiness!
篇3：初中毕业英语作文
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!
篇4：初中毕业英语作文
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.
篇5：初中毕业英语作文
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!
篇6：初中毕业英语作文
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......
篇7：初中毕业英语作文
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!
篇8：初中毕业英语作文
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.