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Entering the first day of middle school


Today, I came to the middle school. They said that there are a lot of homework in the country. They said that the speed is very fast. They said that the country is very chaotic. They said that fighting in the country is smoking. I don’t know what the country is like. I only have to come slowly in the future. Experience these.

Today is the first day of school. I am carrying my schoolbag and entering the door of middle school. It seems that I have grown up. I came to the class and found that many people didn't know me. The original small classmates turned away, some didn't work in one class, they came to a strange environment. The teachers were different, the students were different, the environment was different, everything was not. The same. I came to the bedroom, the roommates were different, I saw them, just a silent smile. The teacher who teaches us the language is very beautiful and very young, so I have been listening seriously in the first class. After class, there were only a few junior students in the class, and there were not many good games. So I began to touch them slowly, with them, laughing together and going crazy. In this way, I have met many classmates. Some of them are naughty, some are indifferent, some are cheerful, some are beautiful. The last lesson today is a music lesson. I like music. I love music. The teacher who teaches us is very young. I feel like my sister. In the first class, he let us sing. We don’t dare. He asks the class cadres. What, he chose the civic committee, the cultural commissioner Bao Shasha sang a song I like most, Moscow, no tears, whenever I feel bad, just listen to this song just fine. So I followed it up and I was told by the teacher. I actually told me to go up and sing. I didn’t have the courage to go up. With the encouragement of the teacher, I slowly walked up. I was confused in my mind and didn’t know what to sing. Song, so I sang a song on Beijing East Road. After I sang it, I thought I sang the wrong tone. After the music class, the teacher called Bao Shasha, I don’t know what he wants to stay, then he Tell me that the teacher asked him to learn music. Hey, then you can't learn? do not know. Let's go to class!

First day: Wood ~ Min

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