The composition of the first year of junior high school

Everyone has been exposed to writing in daily study, work or life. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So how to write a general composition? The following are six compositions I have carefully compiled for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

It's sunny today, and it's golden after being washed by the sea, which makes people feel very refreshing.

Suddenly, the quarrel between two people broke the silence. "Don't run! Look at my sand missile and shout. Liu Fei vomitted to stick out tongue, made a face and said, "ha ha! If you can't hit it, you can't hit it. Look at my dragon bomb. "When the dragon bomb was about to hit Lu Hao, suddenly a beam of light fell from the sky and the two disappeared." This is there! "Said Liu Fei touching his head. Hao Lu caught a man listening to a song. Who is this? "The man glanced at Hao Lu and said," This is the year of 20xx ",and then left." What 20xx years! I don't understand "... the day is coming to an end. They ate nothing. They saw the food in other people's hands and swallowed. Poor guy, they met someone, right? I wonder who he is. Hao Lu and Luffy jumped up, but they didn't even have the strength to jump up because they hadn't eaten all day. "Hao Lu, Luffy, why are you here? "The man in black asked who are you? Why do you know our names? "Hao Lu shouted, what did you say? "Said the man in black, taking off his hat. Lufei saw the familiar face, and her voice became moist: "Master, my disciples finally met you. "

Hao Lu woke up at this time: "Ah! Master "? Plot review: (In the past, when the master was teaching his disciples martial arts in the martial arts school, suddenly a beam of light fell from the sky and the master disappeared. Since then, everyone has been looking for the master for three years, but they still can't find it. Some people say that he is dead, others say that he was taken away by God. Anyway, what is that light? Please see Adventure of Time 3.

Speaking of physical education class in our class, 100 ants can be killed, which is too hard.

Except for 15 minutes of formal class, do some Tai Chi [I remember there was a guy named Taj in our class (who used to sit behind me with the "young master"), and when the teacher announced that he was going to do Tai Chi, the whole class rushed to him], and there were few others, so that everyone could move freely and die.

The sports facilities in our school are ok (not as good as primary schools), except the necessary basketball court, horizontal bar, sand and so on, as well as table tennis tables. Generally, few boys play table tennis. They all went to the basketball court to have fun. Only some gentle girls play. The reason why they say "tender" here is because they only know how to kick off and play a simple duet (those who are good at table tennis will develop in other places, such as basketball and badminton). As long as there are faster or fiercer balls, they will fly away like bombs. I played with them several times and found that they couldn't mobilize at all, so I stopped. Followed by badminton. Badminton is male and female, because there are more beats and fewer balls in the school (there is a teacher's parking lot next to badminton, and we often bump into the canopy when playing, so we can see clearly from upstairs: how many balls does badminton have! ! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ... In short, there are many, and there will never be 20. ), so it is necessary for everyone to play together. Because it is mixed martial arts, we want to win glory for ourselves, so we usually go home sweating when we feather, and we can't even lift our hands the next day.

Finally, basketball. In the sun, those men run around, whether they grab the ball or not-they don't care, they focus on participation! But sometimes we girls get angry, wow! Is there any rule that the brainless guy actually throws the ball at his own basketball stand? !

Of course, my personal favorite is badminton. However, because girls were liberated later than boys (they couldn't run, so they were trained), when we arrived at the equipment room first, we were panting-alas! All the good beats have been taken away, leaving only the neglected "wounded soldiers". However, something is better than nothing, and I will break my arm in the future.

I am the "invincible" and "well-known" super beater in my class, because I work hard. Several times, the racket was thrown out of my face because of the falling force, but the handle was left in my hand ... After a week, I went to find someone to play, and no one dared to play with me-girl: Ah! ! I want to play table tennis! In vain! Boy: You are too strong, aren't you? Candidly admit defeat! ! ..... this ... this, I'm going to play with the "rookie" over there. You can play alone, free of charge! ! -sometimes it is not an opponent if it is too "powerful".

For basketball: alas ~ ~ how can you get such an idiot?

I can't throw at the nearest distance (sophistry: it's not my fault, but the school ball is too bad, the basketball stand is too high, and the students are too noisy to affect me ... Conscience: how can everyone else throw in, but you can't? )

Playing badminton crazily yesterday caused my brain to be in a daze. When the Sports Commission asked me if I wanted to take part in the shooting competition, I actually agreed in a daze (the requirements of the competition: not only men, but also women, and all the girls in the class did not take part, so I took part alone). Today, I obviously want to get rid of it, and the list has been handed over to the student union ... forget it, or I will be despised to death.

In August, cicadas are singing in summer. As the hottest month, it brings high temperature to every corner. As freshmen of Maple Leaf, we abandoned the numbness and laziness of air conditioning and TV, and actively participated in military training to exercise our will.

On the first day of military training, I felt uncomfortable standing in the military posture for a long time. Only then did we realize that we have been spoiled for too long and forgot the meaning of persistence. Suffering a little bit is a retreat, and we don't have the courage and perseverance to face difficulties. I gritted my teeth and decided to fight my weakness to the end. The sun rises bit by bit, the dew on the grass leaves gradually evaporates in the morning, and the hot light drives away all coolness. Sweat keeps running down my forehead, and I'm a little dizzy. At this time, I suddenly heard the instructor shout loudly: "Hold on, there is only one minute left!" " "I suddenly woke up, still in the fog, and persisted in the end. When the instructor's password rang, a joy surged from my heart. I overcame myself and persisted. Look at the classmates around us. Although they were all a little tired, they all smiled and celebrated each other.

The short five-day military training made me grow rapidly. When encountering difficulties, you can bite your teeth and rush forward, and you can persist until the end, instead of shrinking or giving up easily. Military training is bitter, what is bitter is our sweat and tears. But military training is also sweet, sweet pride and joy after overcoming difficulties. We won't forget that in five days, we practiced properly and sweated profusely, and we won't forget the instructors singing loud military songs to the sunset at night; We will never forget the scorching sun when standing in the military posture, but we remember more sitting on the playground and looking up at the starry sky every night.

Perhaps military training is synonymous with hell for many people. But without training in hell, where can there be good grades in heaven? Military training has taught me too much, and also made me remember a group of lovely but strict instructors. A military training that belongs to sunshine, summer nights, tears and smiles will remain in my heart forever.

In the first day of junior high school, composition 4 rose from kindergarten to primary school, and from primary school to junior high school. This is all the result of the flight of time. Not only did time pass, but also our childhood and family disappeared.

Let's talk about childhood, when I was in primary school. We can climb trees fearlessly, catch crabs in the river and stir up hornets' nests. You can also take a group of children, be the king of your own children, and lead them to take risks in unknown places. I did all these things when I was a child. However, with the passage of time, I entered junior high school, and I can no longer be as happy as before, followed by a lot of unfinished homework and no time to relax. Moreover, when we grow up, it is unrealistic to do what we did when we were children. It will only make others say that we are naive, and don't let others know when we do it, otherwise it will be like letting the cat out of the bag. When we were young, we were not afraid to do anything, because we were still principals, and we should consider whether what we did was right or not. Because of this, the happiness of childhood and the comfort it brings are gradually leaving us.

Let's talk about family. When I grow up, I can't play with my parents. There would be no such joy. When I was young, I could play with my mother and let my parents take us to play at night. When I was a child, my mother hugged us and said, "Oh, my son has grown taller and fatter." At any time, we are nothing but extremely happy. Now that you are grown up, it is unrealistic to play with your parents. If you play with your mother, people will only say that you are spoiled. So family relationships are gradually leaving us.

Ah! How I want to go back to my childhood so that I can play with my parents. You can go back to the happy old days.

Calendar is a record of years and the best witness of the passage of time.

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The bright morning light, in the early winter morning, reveals an ice-like cyan. I woke up from my sleep and tore up a page of my calendar. At first glance, it is 20xx65438+1 October1. Only then did I find that I tore it not just for one day, but for a whole year.

What I tore up was a spring, a' gorgeous spring' full of surprises, such as "all loves can't be caged, an apricot comes out of the wall", "the wind wrinkles a pool of spring water" and "the grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers compete for grass". Breeze, catkins and sunshine are quiet and warm. Blue sky, white clouds and warblers are harmonious and agile. Soil, wild flowers and trees are full of vitality. Bathed in the warm spring breeze, lying on the grass, let your thoughts drift with the flow.

What I tore was a summer, when a pomegranate bloomed red and the lotus was green, and "the canoe was fragrant and the weather was beautiful"; Mandarin ducks play in the water, white cranes shine their wings, and in summer, the willows sway across the lake. Clouds open and fog disperse, and the sunset is red. It's sunny and cool in Xu Lai. Cicadas sing in the woods. In the afterglow of the sunset, the children are running wildly, and the old people are sitting in rocking chairs and chatting. All this is beautiful like a silhouette painting.

I tore up an autumn, a warm and delicate autumn. Autumn is brilliant, elegant and soft, but not unassuming. When you see a yellow leaf falling from the tree, spinning a beautiful arc in the air with nostalgia, being plated with gold by the sun and falling to the ground, you will realize that autumn is coming. At this time, the wind seems to be particularly gentle and unobtrusive, but it has engraved a unique charm in silence.

I tore up a winter. In the cold morning, I always want to be an idle person, walk in the vast world, put on a hat, let Bo Xue fall on his shoulder, find a plum and pick the fine snow on the petals. When I got home, I lit a small fire in the hall, ordered some tea, fried snow and enjoyed the article. Make a pot of tea, hold a roll of ancient books, and think quietly under the bean light.

What is torn off is the calendar, but what cannot be torn off is our memories.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, it has been three years, and it says that I have grown up inadvertently. High school seems so close to me, vaguely remembering those years of life, but never coming back.

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Through time, through the shallow, chaotic rhythm, a few years, sighing the fleeting time of flowers, like to walk in the rain, like nonsense, stupid words, we walk in the time when gardenias bloom.

Time is very short, and we have all entered the flower season of fifteen. Here, we laugh, cry, be happy and lose together, and we can't forget the past. Class 2, Grade 42, I have been in his memory, and I have been dormant in his memory. In his thick album, there are my colorful strokes, my short cantata and my brilliant page. All this is written in everyone's heart, and we all know that it doesn't need too many words or actions. We all have the same dream, we all have the same strength, we all have the same hope, we all have the same tomorrow, and we all pursue eternity between us. Sigh gently, our persistence; Think quietly, our happiness; Take your time, we will be better tomorrow. Youth is floating in the wind, and we know that our future is in our own hands. Even though we are not so dazzling and successful, we have worked hard together, worked hard together and struggled together. This is unparalleled beauty and unparalleled harvest. We will miss it, we will work hard, and I think we will continue to write our own glory. This is a collective victory and a team victory. Once together, we hugged, and we all had our own beauty. This is the light of achievement, this is the dawn of the group.

The road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, and the heart is sincere, and the cedar will not fall into the clouds. We remember the time in Class Two, Grade Forty-two; We will continue to carry forward the spirit of Class 42 and Class 2; On the way to Class Two, Class Forty-two, we will go on firmly. The road ahead may be long and distant, but we know that we will encourage each other, we will cheer each other, and even if it is uneven, we will go on steadily. There is still something waiting for us ahead. Class 2, Grade 42 is not only a group, but also our spiritual pillar. Please remember him gently in everyone's heart. In everyone's actions, we have embarked on a firm road to success belonging to Class Two, Grade Forty-two.

May time be short, may you be safe, may you be safe ... away from your heart.