青春就像一首诗，描写着奋斗的快乐；青春就像一首歌，歌唱着美好的未来；青

Youth is like a poem, describing the joy of struggle; youth is like a song, singing a bright future; youth is like a painting that paints this colorful world. Youth, a beautiful word. Middle school, but to lay an important foundation for our lives, and youth happens in this wonderful period. <br>And my middle school is-experimental middle school. Some people say: Life is a mixture of ups and downs. The experimental middle school is also a lot of ups and downs. Some are happy; some are sad; some are sad; some are moved... <br>But what I am most passionate about is the time of military training, let me tell you one by one. <br>School starts on that day. I entered the campus with ignorance and came to Class 6. <br>"Have you heard?" As soon as the teacher left, one of the classmates said, "I want military training." "What? Really?" A classmate next to him immediately answered, "Of course it's true, I even asked mine specifically. A friend in the second grade." "He also told me what I want military training." The classmate just said that the atmosphere of the entire classroom was boiling. "What do you want to train?" "Do you want to run?" "Is there radio gymnastics in middle school? Huh?" The classmates asked, "Don't wait for me to speak slowly." The classmate said unhurriedly, "What are you talking about?" A voice came in, and my heart immediately With an ominous premonition, he turned his head and looked at it. After that, it was our head teacher. "No...no...nothing"

Youth is like a poem, describing the joy of struggle, youth is like a song, singing a bright future, youth is like a painting, drawing this colorful world. Youth, a beautiful word. Secondary school, but for our life to lay an important foundation of the era, and youth takes place in this wonderful period.<br>And my middle school is - experimental middle school. Some people say: Life is a mixture of sweet and bitter. And experimental middle school is also sweet and bitter one are quite a lot. There are happy; there are sad; there are sad; there are moved...<br> But my most emotional is the time of military training, let me say it for everyone.<br>On that day, school started. I entered the campus with understanding and came to Class Six.<br>"Did you hear that?" As the teacher left, a classmate said, "To military training." ”“what？ Are you sure? "Next to a classmate immediately picked up the words" of course is true, I also specifically asked one of my second-year friends. "He also told me what to do with military training." The classmate just said that the atmosphere in the whole classroom was boiling in an instant. "Do you want to run?" "Is there radio gymnastics in high school?" Students have asked, "Don't wait for me to walk slowly." "The classmate said, "What are you talking about?" "Then a voice came in, and my heart immediately burst with an ominous hunch, turning around and looking over, it was our head teacher. " Didn't...... Didn't...... It's nothing.

Youth is like a poem, describing the joy of struggle; youth is like a song, singing a beautiful future; youth is like a painting, drawing the colorful world. Youth, a beautiful word. Middle school, but for our life to lay an important foundation for the era, and youth occurs in this wonderful period.<br>And my middle school is experimental middle school. Some people say: life is a mixture of ups and downs. And experimental middle school is also a lot of ups and downs. There are happy; there are sad; there are sad; there are moved<br>But what I was most emotional about was the time of military training. Let me tell you one by one.<br>On that day, school began. I entered the campus with ignorance and came to class 6.<br>"Have you heard?" As soon as the teacher left, a classmate said, "military training." “what？ Really? " A classmate next to him immediately said, "of course, it's true. I also asked a friend of mine who was a sophomore in junior high school." "He also told me what to do for military training." This classmate just said that the atmosphere of the whole classroom was boiling, "what do you want to train?" "Do you want to run?" "Is there any broadcast gymnastics in middle school?" Students have asked "don't worry, wait for me to come slowly." The classmate said "what are you talking about?" At this time, a voice came in, and an ominous premonition immediately welled up in my heart. I turned around and saw that it was our head teacher. "No No Nothing<br>