英语作文发言稿

　　The colorful life of junior high school is about to pass, and looking back, it was like yesterday. Three years of junior high school life, theendless sour and sweet bitterness, in the day of the farewell, together in the heart...

　　Junior high school is sweet. The three years of friendship between my classmates are full-bodied, sweet and sweet. From the strangers who were first in school, to the gradual and undiscussed, sweet, like honey to the mouth, a little bit sweet to the heart. We read, write and talk. We played basketball, played football, and ran all the way. Happy to share; Difficult, bear together. Thats the way to be happy! Really, middle school life is sweet. Middle school life is sour. Every time I fail in the exam, I will hate myself for not being angry and tears of regret. The occasional teachers soft voice, I will feel aggrieved. However, the acid is a sincere gift, every time I am sad because of the exam bad, I will understand: the result needs to give, the effort will be rewarded. Every time I feel bad about being criticized, I tell myself that I cant do it again. Thats it, and every time its sour, it gives me a warning -- "sour, Im not afraid!"

　　Middle school life is hard. In order to achieve the ultimate goal, we need to work hard for future dreams. To wake up in the morning to recite in a hurry; At ten o clock I will not rest so that I will not leave todays work till tomorrow. During the day, "language, number, politics, external, rational, student". In the evening, read the candle at night because tomorrow the teacher will check the homework. Alas, dead! Think of the World Cup on TV, but you have to face the pile of homework and shake your head. Junior middle school life, really tired!

　　Middle school life, let me taste the sour and sweet bitterness of the world, also the state of the state. The bitter and the bitter are sweet, and the reward is always there. When I finished the exam with ease and drew a full stop for my middle school life, I looked back and said that everything was worth recalling. My dear middle school life, goodbye!