My Story-Composition of Grade Two in Junior High School

I am a real bookworm. Because my parents call me that, I can't help it. Who are they? Call them whatever you want! Once, my mother invited me to dinner and I said I would come. And the result? After reading this book, I said this sentence: I'm hungry. I've already eaten. Why do I feel that I haven't eaten yet? Why am I so greedy? Then, I went into the house to read another book. After reading it, I said, "God, what time is it in the morning? Why isn't it on yet? " Actually, it was 8 pm. Alas, who made me love reading so much?

I have a stubborn temper. In the words of my mother Hua, "eight horses can't pull back what they believe." One day, my mother wants to buy me a pair of shoes. I don't want them! So I had an argument with him. Losers must obey the other side. As a result, I won, so I didn't buy those shoes. It drives me crazy. Ha ha!

At home, I have many tricks. It can be said that when I rolled my eyes, I had an idea. I once went to my grandmother's house in the country to play. At that time, my cousin and I often went fishing for small fish and shrimp. I rolled my eyes. I see, pull my cousin into rationality at once, hehe! It is interesting to see him wet. I watched there and forgot to run away. This is a mistake! Before long, I was also dragged into the river. Fortunately, the river is very shallow, only to the knees, and the river is very clear. I threw a lot of water on him at once, and I ran away. At this time, my mother came over and was about to hit me. I quickly ran away on watermelon skin. Change clothes as if nothing had happened. "I'm fine. You see that my clothes are clean, unlike my cousin, I am covered in water. " I stopped at once, only to see my cousin sweeping me in the same place with terrible eyes. If his eyes have penetrating power, then I may become a sieve. How terrible! My mother looked at me helplessly: "You are really a naughty child."

Ha ha! In fact, I am a bookworm and a naughty boy. Would you like to make friends with me?

Chapter Two: My Story

I am a person who doesn't cherish things. No, she handed me the belt and fired at me like a machine gun.

Yesterday, I helped my sister go to the store to buy a hairpin. This shop is really a treasure trove of undiscovered talent. The female boss like a meat pier is actually a master of business warfare, and a golden mouth is really powerful. I had a language war with her before I bought it at a satisfactory price.

I wandered around the store for a while, and a beautiful belt took my sight away. She handed me the belt and fired at me like a machine gun. Ok, I'll buy him, but I don't want the original belt head. But according to my estimation, it may cost four or five yuan to buy it. I've looked everywhere. There's only two yuan left. There is little hope. But as the saying goes: "There is no doubt that there is no way out, and there is another village." I had a brainwave and came up with a clever plan. Since the female boss is an expert in business warfare, I will play along and make you smarter than you. The wishful thinking in my heart rattled.

I pointed to the belt and said, "Please show me this belt." When she saw the business coming, she shook her whole body fat and flew over in two steps. She said, "This belt is imported. Look, how good the quality is! It turned out to be 10 yuan 50 points, and there is not much left. I think you are a student, so I'll sell it to you for 7 yuan. If it is someone else, it will not be less. She handed me the belt and fired at me like a machine gun.

I know she's talking nonsense, what imported goods, clearly written in China, what student discount, is clearly a greedy ghost. Today, I will make you suffer. I pretended to beg and said, "aunt, you are so kind and considerate to our students." Please sell me 6 yuan! " ! Pretending to be a gentleman, she said, "All right, I'll sell it to you, and I'll pay." I quickly said, "Aunt, this belt head is actually very beautiful. I just want to buy it. How much can it cost? " Hearing this, she took off her belt head and deliberately raised the price to the sky. Give me 4.50 yuan! Haha, this is my wonderful plan. I then asked, "So this belt is 1 50 yuan, right?" She replied, "Yes." I smiled and said, "I just want this belt, not the belt head." "

I handed her 1 RMB 50 cents and left proudly with a cheap tape. The female boss froze, let out an "Ah", her eyes widened and she almost fell off.

Chapter Three: My Story

Everyone's story is like the stars in the sky, as if it were extremely ordinary and as if it were extremely special. Everyone looks the same, but in fact they are all different. Come on, I'll tell you a story about me.

I still remember when I was in kindergarten. I was so happy. At that time, there was a steamed bun shop in front of the kindergarten, and I would go there every day to buy steamed buns. I still remember one time, my mother and I went to the store to buy them, but the steamed buns in the store were sold out, and I saw them with my own eyes!

Another time, after school, somehow, I only remember that my mother and I came to the store and I stole the doll at a glance.

Dolls pout like cherries, blink charming eyes, some are innocent and lovely like children, and long curved eyelashes are tilted (not three-dimensional). She has golden, shiny and lubricated hair, and wears a tight white vest, a blue-green fur coat and a blue-green leather skirt.

Somehow, my mother bought it for me. Since then, it has become my baby and the only doll in my childhood.

I just bought it the other day. It's my inseparable partner. I took good care of it, even eating, holding it and serving it with a spoon. Put it in front of the doll's mouth and "eat" it before feeding it to my own mouth. My mother always tells me not to worry, but I just won't listen.

After chatting for many days, I looked at her golden ponytail and thought, "These beautiful hair are still …".

I carefully put down its hair and braided it unfamiliar. I did, but I can't tie it up. I rushed over and asked my mother for help with a little crying voice. Ah! Finally, I tied it up and started playing for a while.

One day, I was still playing with dolls, and I don't know what happened. I'm tired of doll hair again. Although I have experience, I am still not skilled and can't even understand. I was so impatient that I cried and asked my mother for help ... well, I played for a while.

Another day, as before, I was holding a doll. In an instant, I wanted to play with her beautiful hair again. This time, I was really angry and impatiently threw handfuls of dolls on the ground. I tossed my head: "Hum!" After a few seconds, I was a little less angry and glanced at the doll. After a few seconds, I stretched my eyebrows, walked slowly and carefully helped the doll "Hi! You ah! Can't you be better? " I learned to be an adult. "Let's go find mom." This time, however, my mother stopped helping me. She said she would solve it herself. My anger came up again: "I am a child. How can I solve it?" I ran back to my room, stood on tiptoe, opened the drawer, took out scissors, cut off the doll's hair and started playing again.

Time and time again, the doll's hair was cut shorter and shorter. ...

Finally, I began to grow up and decided not to cut the doll's hair, but the doll has short hair.

Now, the doll is in his hometown. From time to time, children take it out to play. I tell you, in fact, she has lost her arms and legs. However, every time I see it, I can't help but think of my childhood story ... Well, you can tell your story. I will listen carefully!

Chapter Four: My Story

I am a very clever boy, but my mother says that my cleverness is not used in study, but in being naughty. No, the Chinese teacher asked me to read the composition, and suddenly I called a classmate. She smiled shyly when the teacher asked her to read. "Teacher, stop reading, I can't write well." The teacher nodded encouragingly and said, "It's only because it's not good that you can understand it. With so many classmates helping you to correct it, your composition will make greater progress! " She read reluctantly. Her composition is about cooking for her mother for the first time. She read, "The dish I cooked for my mother is …" I whispered, "Scrambled eggs with persimmons". She blushed when she heard this and stopped reading. The teacher looked at her with a smile. She whispered, "Scrambled eggs with persimmons". The whole class laughed and so did the teacher. Then she went on to read: "I put the egg in the pot", I said: "There is no oil", and she read: "I forgot to put oil". Teachers and classmates are happy again. I said "don't forget the salt", and she smiled and said "I forgot the salt again". We are happy again. She said, "Why are my scrambled eggs black?" I said, "burnt"! She said, "I see it. It's burnt." I went on sentence by sentence, and she read sentence by sentence, which really amused her classmates and teachers. The teacher smiled and said to me, "You are so talented"! The students laughed again.

I'm still a fan of the Three Kingdoms. Once, the teacher asked me to buy exercise books, and I went to the bookstore. A children's version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms attracted me, and the price was not expensive. I bought only one book for 20 yuan and liked that book very much. But the money in my pocket is only enough to buy an exercise book. I'm here to buy exercise books. You can't buy the Three Kingdoms. At this time, reason and demons appeared. Reason says: Are you here to buy exercise books? The demon said: buy it! Buy exercise books tomorrow? Am I right? Everyone may not buy it this afternoon, and it is not too late to buy it tomorrow. It's hard to explain if you don't buy your mother! I hesitate. Who should I listen to? Finally, I decided to buy an exercise book. Not in the Three Kingdoms? Deal with it! Reason triumphs over the devil. I bought an exercise book. You see, I am rational enough!

This is my story! Naughty and sensible, I hope to be your good friend!

Chapter Five: My Story

How many unforgettable stories will there be in the journey of life? Maybe it's sweet, maybe it's sour, maybe it's bitter, maybe it's spicy, but no matter what experience or lessons these things give us, we will keep them in mind.

I once had a white kitten. It was not bought by relatives and friends, but picked up. One day in that summer, the sun was scorching the earth, and my mother was preparing to drive home. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the sound of "meow meow ~ ~". This weak voice seems so weak. When we found it behind the steering wheel, we were glad we didn't just drive away. It is only the size of a palm, with a dirty body and uneven teeth. I think it's only about a month old. I begged my mother to keep it, and my mother agreed, but I had to take care of it myself.

I washed it and fed it when I got home. Two years have passed, and now the kitten has grown up, and there is no flaw in the snow-white fur. Every day after I come home from school, it will sit on the cupboard at the door to meet me. But now it often plays a little temper, and it's easy to catch me all over. Dad was very distressed and angry after seeing it, and said that he would throw away the kitten. I'm afraid they'll throw the kitten away when I'm sleeping or not at home.

Finally one day, I came home from school and didn't sit in the cupboard like a statue as usual. I was shocked. I can't find it anywhere in the house. I called my mother immediately, only to know that it was my mother who was afraid that her father would throw away the cat and hid it in a computer room. I felt a sort of surge of relief. But a few days later, my mother actually told me that the kitten was lost. I hate my father, and I hate his heartless talk about getting rid of that cat. But I know he does it for my own good.

My guilt and yearning for kittens have strengthened my dream-to be kind to every little animal and to open a pet adoption home when I grow up, so that those homeless little animals can have a warm home.

Chapter Six: My Story

A gust of wind messed up my thoughts. Outside the window, the fallen leaves have already fallen to the ground. This time, but not this place. This war without smoke is still hovering in my mind. ...

First, study hard at the cold window, just for dreams.

Picking up a fallen leaf casually, the autumn wind is blowing softly and obliquely, which makes my heart ache.

Tell stories from the sixth grade next semester! At that time, I was about to face the dream flower of my childhood-the achievements of Xiaoshengchu. It is a testimony to my academic achievements in primary school, and it is also a proof that I study hard at a cold window. I have a dream in my heart-I must enter the top 5 in my class.

But to be honest, my state is average, which makes me feel inferior. Usually, you can only get more than 80 points in the exam, with a maximum of 90. I can't help worrying about whether the bud of this dream can grow up and bloom beautiful flowers.

Only half a year. Is it feasible to fight for another six months? No matter what, I will work hard. In doubt, I seem to have found a bright exit, so I walked towards it. Sure enough, in half a year's time, I stayed up reading and listened to the teacher carefully, and my grades improved by leaps and bounds. In the last exam, I jumped to the top three in my class. What a long expectation! How many dreams bloom!

"Yes, Hou Xiang, you can do it!" When you walked out of school that afternoon, you cheered yourself up. The trees in midsummer are as fluffy as weeds, and so is my mood. Tomorrow, there will be a war without smoke.

Second, the edge of the dream, but I am wandering.

On the way, I felt that the air was filled with the smell of smoke brought by the students who were rushing to take the exam, which should not be underestimated. I felt nervous, and somehow, a fine layer of sweat came out on my forehead. "Dream flower, my dream flower ..."

I walked quickly into the examination room without thinking. The dark crowd made me dizzy, and the noise was full of gunpowder. I am an alarmist, and at this time I can't help playing a small drum: the flower of my dreams? Can my dream flower really bloom? Among them, can I enter a narrow position? Today, when I realize my dream, I have doubts, just like wandering at the bright exit, I don't know if I should take this step.

Sitting in the examination room, I closed my eyes and wanted to clear my mind. I want to put aside my troubles and concentrate on the exam. But the more I think about it, the more chaotic it is. Scene after scene of efforts, scene after scene of hard work. What is it for? Isn't it just for my dream flower? "Ding Lingling ....." At the moment when the bell rang, the faith in my heart had been set, and I took a big step towards the bright exit.

Today, when I realize my dream, I am struggling in the ocean of questions, collecting one answer after another, racking my brains and writing hard, just for one belief-blooming the flower of my dream. ...

Third, I will have a dream and look forward to tomorrow.

That day, with a heavy heart, I stopped at the intersection for a long time with my report card. Looking up, my heart is full of emotion after all-the quiet and leisurely sky without smoke is really beautiful! The mood finally changed back to the flower of repaying dreams and blossomed successfully. Thinking of half a year's hard work and harvest, my heart belongs to My Sweetie, but it is still faint and sour, mixed with tears.

The memory of Xiaoshengchu is very beautiful and wonderful. It is a perfect ending in my life and a summary of my experience. In a blink of an eye, more than a year has passed, and when I think of that past, my blood will still boil. Yes, junior high school by going up one flight of stairs. Bigger dream flowers are still waiting for me to pick. In fact, my ancient poetry in junior high school has just begun quietly. ...

Chapter 7: My Story

My story is like stars in the sky, shells on the beach, past, present, happy, sad, funny, serious, ordinary and bizarre ... Now, let me tell you an interesting story.

At noon in the fourth grade of primary school, everyone was doing their homework, so quiet that they could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. When I picked up the eraser, I found Xiaoming's shoelaces behind me loose. I have a plan. I unhurriedly picked up the eraser and put it on the corner of the table. I looked around and everyone was doing their homework seriously, so I touched it with my elbow. The eraser seems to be very spiritual and really ran to his feet. I just want to reach out and touch it. His feet seemed to have eyes and moved. I see no one pays attention to me. I pretended as if nothing had happened, picked up the eraser and buried myself in my homework, but I couldn't help laughing. After a while, he took a deep breath, picked up his notebook and handed it in. Although his leg stretched out, it seemed that he was knocked down by something and he fell forward. Although he supported the tables on both sides with his hands, he fell to the ground. Suddenly, the quiet classroom burst into laughter, and the students burst into laughter. I also laughed with them. Someone commented, "I don't know who tied his shoelaces together." The laughter is getting louder and louder. Xiao Ming suddenly thought of something and turned his face. Angry eyes are really scary. I quickly said, "Not me." He said, "Not you." I thought he would fight, but unexpectedly, he returned to his seat and a storm passed.

When I was preparing to hand in my homework, I fell like him, but I tripped over the foot of the table and everyone laughed again. My mind suddenly flashed, "One good turn deserves another, and one evil turn deserves another. It's not that I don't report it At that time, I will report it all. " It won't be that effective, will it? !

Chapter 8: My Story

In a blink of an eye, I have entered middle school. The only thing I can't adapt to is going home after dark every night.

One day, I went home as usual, when I came to a lonely path. Suddenly, there was a flash of light ahead, which was suffocating. I feel that my breathing has stopped and my heart is about to jump out. I was so scared that it took me a long time to wake up.

There was silence all around. Only the rustling of leaves and the chirping of insects in the grass were heard. "It's getting dark, ghosts are coming, and people are buried." Scary nonsense rings in my ears from time to time. Suddenly, something fell on my face. I was about to catch it, but it was gone. I was so scared that I ran away. I rushed home regardless of the willy-nilly, and bang, I fell down. I didn't care about the pain, so I rushed up and almost fell down again. Finally ran home. My mother saw that I was out of breath, so she put down her farm work and ran over. Grab me and say, "Are you okay?" Then look at my clothes. Where to speak cleanly? It's already mud and blood. It's terrible.

The next day, I hit the road early to explore the situation on the road. I found leaves all the way, and the leaves kept blowing in my face in the cold wind. What a naughty boy. What was the light last night? I secretly made up my mind to get to the bottom of it.

It's time to finish school again, and I'm walking on that road. As I expected, the light appeared again, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. I hurried to the luminous place to check, but nothing happened. Looking into the grass next to him, suddenly, a man stood up. I was startled. I just heard him say, "Don't be afraid, I'm a good man." During the conversation, I knew that one of his children went to middle school, not to ask him to pick him up every day. As a parent, he is not at ease. So I wait for the children here, and sometimes I take a photo with a flashlight to see where my son is. I see. Oh, it's a pity to inherit the wind.