力求一片英语作文-----我向往的中学生活愈快愈好,每天赶着要呢!

I yearn for high school life
I bathed in the school's campus for each wisp of a bright sunlight; Yearning with worldwide xueyou exchange experience, together in the sea of knowledge; navigate Yearning there hone their will, become the study leader...
High school for me has been a wonderful nouns. Begin in elementary school, I would envy secondary school, brothers and sisters, because they can be in so beautiful campus to grow and learn. Now, I also embarked on a path to middle school campus light avenue, round me a beautiful dream.
I yearn for secondary school that bright light, yearning knowledge of middle school that beauty of flowers and plants, lush trees. Though not a primary school, but I will not give up every shred of communication opportunities. High school is a from each school students with sea, each one of us is a small fish, are absorbing the sunshine of nutrition, seawater moist. I've been yearning warmth, the good life, middle school is just like a big family, gave me warmth; Teacher again like the stars, let us recall the "footsteps coming for our lit up," the way forward.
Say goodbye to dull primary school life, I started my new dream. Farewell naive young age, I ushered in my golden age. Farewell, my former cloud lifted the golden sun stepping youth tempo, with its niaoyuhuaxiang, started my green daydream... High school is a green flowered, is our temporary home; School discipline, exercise ourselves. With delight and blundering, I part into the campus, accompanied enthusiasm studious students, open the door of green daydream. Here is the study of a temple, is green. The grass is green, mountain is green, water is green, the song is green and the sky were reflected into one green...
"Although cold wind to hold off the pace; both the hazy, can't hide persistence eyes; life like songs, hide the pine-woods horn; life is impermanent, shake motionless green beliefs; dashing, did I ever exposed fragile face". How much more we are the study master, regardless of wind and the rain of our struggle not to wipe perseverance; We are the motherland seedlings, whether in days or winter sun month are blocked our growth figure; We are the parents' hope whatever difficulties or ease wouldn't let us have any pride idea!