The composition of pipa story in the second day of junior high school is 600 words.

I knelt down and asked for a composition of about 600 words about the story of the second day of junior high school. Thank you all.

The feeling of the second day of junior high school

The life of the second day of junior high school is full of publicity; The life in the second day of junior high school tells the story of joys and sorrows; Life in the second day of junior high school is a joyful and moving interpretation.

Time is like a smoke cloud in the past, fleeting, and the next day in a blink of an eye. Once, we struggled in the mire of ignorance, unable to walk out of the reckless night and escape from the rebellious swamp. Fortunately, with these youthful experiences, we can become good students and stop complaining about the tedious study and monotonous life. Just like a butterfly successfully broke out of its cocoon.

If the second day of junior high school is the transition period of the final exam, then we are the most beautiful scenery, and our sweet smile is our disdain for setbacks. We laugh at the rare holidays, the teachers' occasional smiles, and our friends' wisecracks. ...

The next day, full of youth and enthusiasm; The next day, full of challenges and efforts; The next day, with yearning and pursuit.

Ii. The story of the pipa girl in the senior high school composition Pipa Xing is 800 words.

Flowers are whispering and maple leaves are rustling; Silent Qiu Jiang, the cold moon; The world is cold and human feelings are warm and cold-in the pipa of heartbroken music, the poet appreciates the desolation of Guanhai.

The beautiful pipa was once the first in the teaching workshop; The poet was brilliant and became famous for a time. Now that we meet on a passenger ship that has fallen to the ends of the earth, how can our aloof and lofty hearts not produce a trace of disappointment and sadness?

It is often said that the Tang Dynasty was indeed a fantastic and magnificent era. At the end of last century, a group of "avant-garde" boys clamored to "dream back to the Tang Dynasty". Nowadays, it seems difficult for people to associate the Tang Dynasty with the word "sentimental". However, after all, history has its own laws, not to mention Tianbao's elegy and Anshi's rebellion. Nearly half a century later, Bai Juyi, who was demoted to Jiangzhou, felt the helplessness and bitterness of the times more deeply. Several Pipas touched the injustice that the poet had been trapped in his heart for a long time. Because of injustice, the poet feels lonely; Because of loneliness, poets are eager to communicate; Because of communication, the poet is comforted; Because of this rare comfort, the poet's two lines of clear tears soaked his dark blue shirt uncontrollably, even though he was faced with a Jianghu singer who had never met before.

For Bai Juyi, who was born in 772 AD and lived in Chang 'an for a long time, he is familiar with and yearns for the romantic life in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but at this time he is in the most frustrated stage of his life, and he may not dare to imagine the future peace and leisure. In his later years, Bai Juyi had a bamboo play in front of the window and a wine sale outside the door. In the material environment, there is a feeling of snow in the dusk outside. Would you rather have a drink? In a leisurely mood, do you occasionally think of the pipa girl who made him cry many years ago? For Bai Juyi, the sadness of that night may only be temporary, because five years later, the poet returned to Chang 'an, where he missed day and night, and saw the kind emperor again (although the emperor changed). What about the poor pipa girl? More old and haggard-people's fate is different.

According to the ancient Greeks, poetry hides all the secrets of a nation.

The autumn wind sighed outside the window, and I sat quietly under the desk lamp, thinking, what is the "password" of pipa? -it's "fate" (this is the inscription on the stone tablet found by Hugo in Notre Dame de Paris). I don't remember the master saying that second-rate writers tell stories and first-rate writers tell fate. Poets are no exception.

Bai Juyi intends to unfold a picture of the fate of two characters for us in clear and accurate language. The fate is mysterious, but Bai Juyi's language is clear, which makes people doubt-the background of the story is only the cold autumn favored by China literati, and the cause of the story is only the reluctant departure of "forgetting me", plus a slim singer who used to be a beautiful actress but now lives alone on an empty boat, and it is the popular clank and iron character that undertakes the performance task at that time. There is also a silent painting boat by the river and a lonely moon in the air-there is every reason to believe that all this is fiction. Isn't that singer who lost his talent in the Jianghu a portrayal of the poet himself? Even so, there is no need to bother to prove whether the pipa girl really exists, whose life has ups and downs, and "she" is the inseparable figure!

It is not accurate to say that Bai Juyi is a sentimental poet, and the history of poetry is more willing to mention his "satirical poems" But "Song of Eternal Sorrow" and "Pipa Journey" are indeed the pinnacles of China's ancient sentimental poems. This problem is not limited to the art of poetry. Bai Juyi-an elite intellectual in the upper class, a pipa girl-a folk singer in the lower class; The former was unfortunately demoted, and the latter was helpless; The ups and downs of official career, or wandering in rivers and lakes, are heartbreaking. On this cold moonlit night in Qiu Jiang, two fragile and sad lives meet, and two fates with different contents but similar forms collide with each other. This spark not only warmed each other's lonely souls, but also lit up that era-Bai Juyi's experience reflected the corruption of the imperial court, Pipa girl's life experience reflected the hardships at the bottom, and the superposition of the two fates was the mirror of the times. In this mirror, we can easily see that the once amorous feelings of the Tang Dynasty are in a declining trend, so sentimentality is doomed.

Bai Juyi, as a famous poet in the mid-Tang Dynasty, is still chic, but he lacks "the unrestrained flying wind of Li Bai and Zhang Xu, and even the loyalty of Du Fu and Yan Zhenqing". "A thin layer of loneliness, sadness and melancholy" captured the hearts of the people in the middle Tang Dynasty, Wei's "However, things are unpredictable, and spring only brings me sadness and fatigue" and Liu Zongyuan's "fright and chaos"

Lotus water, beating oblique rain along the vine ",Liu Yuxi's" Bashan Chu water is desolate, he gave up on himself for 23 years ",and Liu Lun, Qian Qi and Jia Dao ... but all this is just the beginning. In the poems of Du Mu and Li Shangyin shortly thereafter, we read more thorough and pure sadness. As a result, the Tang Dynasty came to an end reluctantly and drifted away, leaving only scrolls of immortal poems,

Three. Write a 600-word composition on the story of the second day of junior high school.

I turn on the TV. Originally, I wanted to pay attention to the Paralympic gold medal, but when I switched to cctv5, I found that there were many people on TV. The topic was: "1+2+3+4+...+ 100 =?" "This will embarrass many students one after another.

Ⅳ Story in Class (Grade Two) 600-word composition

It rained all night last night, but it's good to get up early. I came to school early in the morning and walked into the classroom. I found a shiny sign on the platform. I ran over and took a closer look. Hey! It turned out to be a snail crawling.

Speaking of snails, I am no stranger at all: it carries a spiral house all day, stretches its soft body and crawls slowly forward with flat sucker-like feet; Without bones, the whole body is almost muscle; There are two pairs of antenna-like antennae in the head, one in front and the other in the back, the front is small and the back is large; He is a glutton for sleep.

Probably my classmates found what I was looking for and asked. When I told them the secret, they joined the search for snails.

"I found it!" I shouted excitedly, and my classmates gathered around when they heard my cry. Perhaps it's because the snail has never seen so many people, which makes it shake two pairs of tiny tentacles warily.

Perhaps Zhou Jun thought the snail was so cute that he flicked it with his fingers and the snail quickly shrank into the hard shell. Zhou Jun's "hand" provoked a burst of abuse from his classmates.

Maybe the snail healed the scar and forgot the pain. After a while, the snail leaned out of its "villa". As soon as it came out, it seemed to remember something and shrank back quickly. Seeing that there was no danger around, the snail slowly poked its little head out of its shell. The students burst out laughing when they saw it.

This interesting snail makes the students want to catch it for fun. Because Zhang Ning was short and weak, he finally got the snail. In this way, a snail passed around in our hands. Little snail, how can you stand the trouble of your classmates? Soon there will be only one breath left. At this time, I only heard Zhang Ning mosquito hum: "The snail is dying, and a small life is coming to an end!" " Although Zhang Ning's words were very light, they sounded like a bomb to the students.

I wonder when the teacher came. He gently took the snail from Zhang Ning and put it on the platform. He solemnly said to us: "There is no distinction between high and low in life. Man is a life, ants are a life, and snails are also a life. In the big family of nature, human life and snail life are equal. " After that, the teacher asked us to look into the snail's eyes. From its eyes, I seem to see the helplessness and sadness of the snail. ...

Although it has been a semester, the teacher's words have left a deep imprint on my heart.

Ⅳ 600-word story composition happened in the second day of junior high school.

Today, we are about to take off the red scarf that has accompanied us for five years. Today, we are about to leave education and train our Chinese Young Pioneers. Today, we are no longer childish children who only know how to play around ... we can no longer wear red scarves and respect the team of young pioneers. Today is an unforgettable day, and it is of great significance.

I am standing here at the moment, feeling extremely excited, red scarf. You have accompanied me through too many ups and downs. You always encourage me. When I was in trouble, you gave me courage. Now, it is you who have given me confidence and made me hand in a perfect answer sheet in this primary school for six years. Remember that cute and ignorant little girl? She was only in the second grade at that time! Holding the red scarf that has just been handed down in my hand, I feel a strong sense of pride and responsibility that I have never felt before. It is this red scarf that inspires her to study hard and keep making progress. Now she will take off her red scarf and leave the Young Pioneers. Will she miss the young pioneers? Will you carefully fold the red scarf that accompanies you day and night and then put it away? I think it will! There will be many such stories among us, and we will remember and always thank the Chinese young pioneers we participated in.

I used to touch the red scarf gently when I got lost. Today, we will say goodbye to it forever. Students, no matter how it changes, the red scarf will always be engraved in our hearts, and our faith will never change.

Students, taking off the red scarf means that we are moving from naive children to sensible teenagers, which means that when we grow up, we should study hard, live up to the expectations of young pioneers and fight for our ideals. Since we love young pioneers so much, we should let them know that "we can do well without a red scarf."

Young pioneers, please stop worrying about us. We will definitely work harder to join our youth organization, the Advanced China Youth League. I firmly believe that we are the future and we will do better!

ⅵ There are about 600 words in two or three compositions in the second day of junior high school.

Come and adopt me. Let's leave now.

1

For a long time, I always thought that I missed the era of tears, just like I missed the era of flying kites, because I grew up and matured. ...

In the dead of night, I hug my knees alone, like listening to music, and repeatedly bake some unspeakable and unspeakable feelings. Past scenes pass by in front of us, and there is sadness of parting; There is helplessness after the storm; The uncontrollable gentleness in life.

Unconsciously, my face was warm, tears slipped quietly, and darkness, like two moist sunshine, sprinkled a layer of warm comfort on my cold thoughts.

Life is colorful because of tears. However, we obliterate our true feelings because of the illusory bondage, which is a kind of sadness in life. Every day in life, we have to wear a "strong mask" to live in the crowd and run around the society. Many times, we know that our hearts are empty and lonely, that we are bored and tired, and that many troubles in life need to be washed with tears. However, we still have to "face every day with a smile". This is probably the so-called "masked life"?

Perhaps, there are always some things that will stay in the deepest part of life, with deep and shallow traces. If you brush them gently, you will no longer feel pain, only numbness! Drinking coffee is bitter; Happiness and sadness, everything has become the past, you can still feel the truth and emotion, hypocrisy and sadness! Tears, quietly dripping in coffee.

I remember someone said, "when you can't help crying, keep your eyes open and don't blink, and you will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy!" " Heart, but at that moment in tears become clear!

Tears are not necessarily fragile. Tears can be growth, comfort, nostalgia, true feelings, crossing and walking. Tears make me stronger.

2

The running water can't help dying, and the flowers can't help dying. With the passage of time, countless things have become the past. Based on today, I suddenly look back and look back at the past, and I can't help but feel that the past is so beautiful.

Looking through old photos, I will always recall my former good friends and the happy time I spent with them. Those once young years reappear in front of my eyes, with a faint yellow smoke, and those childlike faces can always remind me of deep memories, and the ensuing * * * instantly ignited the years I have forgotten.

Pick up a photo, look at me smiling in the photo, and make a "V" gesture in a wheat field. At this time, my thoughts drifted out of the window, and this old photo reminded me of it.

Friend, do you remember?

It was a year, and we met in the wheat field. Occasionally there is a cool breeze blowing in the wheat field, so we fly kites in the wheat field. We chased each other in the wheat field. After being discovered by the farmer's grandfather, we ran away and hid in a piece of grass.

Looking back now, I can't help feeling that the past was so beautiful. ...

When I regained my memory, I learned the clearest, most beautiful and unforgettable time, and I copied that time in my mind. Forgotten time, lost beauty, those scenes reappear in my dreams again and again. Those moments when dreams come back again and again are like beautiful images. Forgotten time, struck by the midnight bell on time, influenced by the ancient ink fragrance relying on the charm of heaven, lost by loneliness, carried away by parting, broken by the tedious rhythm of life, filled with rich memories by the harmonious past clouds, and taken to another country by the broken kite.

In this world, my world, I have been silently looking forward to the dawn, and then I feel, tolerate and accept it with my heart.

Forgotten time, those sad memories will be erased by youth. One day, when you look back, you will find that the time you once had, the time you buried early, is not worth mentioning. It's all old things, all blood and tears. ...

Who was the man who plucked the strings yesterday? Who is knocking at my window again?

That forgotten time gradually rose from my heart. Picking up an old photo, a happy scene slowly emerged in my mind. It suddenly occurred to me that the past was so beautiful ... originally, the slowly falling light rain was knocking on my window. But who was fiddling with the strings yesterday?

Based on today, I really want to find that forgotten time. I tried to find the forgotten time, but found nothing. During that forgotten time, did you hide in a forgotten corner and cry?

Today, continue to look for that forgotten time. Start looking ...

three

I like to open my previous diary on such a "rainy and scattered banana" night Under my beloved desk lamp, I can pass through the soft light, cross the tunnel of time, unload the burden of my heart, and let my young heart roam in my diary.

Diaries are carefully selected-only those that make me fall in love at first sight will arouse my desire to talk. Every page in it is not just a heart recorded in words: or a woman with long hair standing on the beach with a few strokes, the breeze blowing and her skirt fluttering; Or draw a classical hut with the words "faint little building" written on it; Even just two long curves, draw a winding mountain road. Therefore, the great progress of my painting skills now is entirely due to my diary. The diary with a pink cover records the bits and pieces of the first day. The tender color accurately reflects the tender mood at that time.

Just turning to a page, four heavy Chinese characters came into view: heartbreak! ! ! With three exclamation points, it's shocking. After reading it carefully, it was just a casual remark by a friend, feeling that her dignity was greatly hurt, and even completely denied that friendship and described her so mercilessly. I couldn't help laughing after reading it: only when I look at others with a smile can I see others' smiles. Did I look cold? Unfortunately, at that time, I was young, too protective of my personality, and lost the harmony when I got along with others.

The light blue background, flying snowflakes and red roof make up a quiet picture. This is the cover of the diary for senior two. At that time, the writing did not conform to the rules, and began to learn to "fly freely", a kind of uninhibited and self-centered appearance. In fact, I was more introverted and sensitive in the second day of junior high school. Because of my serious partiality, my diary is full of fear and helplessness about mathematics.

"I feel like an abandoned lonely goose. No one understands my complaint. "

"I feel that I can't walk fast, and the hills on my back are suffocating me!"

"Everything in the world that can be attached has wings and flies away from me!"

It's just a failed quiz, but it feels like I'm on the verge of life and death, as if I'm naive enough to collapse.

Now my math is still a mess, but I am not as inferior and depressed as I was then. "Don't be satisfied, be innocent." . Some things don't have to be done. Fortunately, God closed the door and left me a window. Up to now, my Chinese achievements are beyond others' reach.

I fell in love with purple in the third grade and thought it was noble and sad, mysterious and desolate. Because at that time, I fell in love with my China intern teacher in Seeds of Love. He is gentle and charming. You can imagine a very introverted girl, what kind of contradiction and loss, what kind of sweetness and sadness at that time! Looking at those hazy poems in the diary, those naive and simple confusion and pain, when I look back, it is already dawn, but it seems to be reading other people's stories, as if it was from a previous life. I suddenly realized that if those quiet emotions appeared too early, the outside world regarded them as a scourge and tried to contain them, but instead created a prosperous development opportunity for their vitality. In fact, like that little pimple on your face, it will fall off from birth, but there is no trace.

I closed my diary, got up and stretched my arms, as if I had walked the road of youth again and relived those beautiful thoughts, and the feelings that were almost pale suddenly became rich again.

I like to open the dusty past and let my free mind wander in my diary on such a rainy night.

ⅶ 600-word composition daquan of grade two in junior high school

Love is in the world.

Some people say that friendship is like spring rain, nourishing the earth; Some people say that friendship is like sunshine, which warms people's hearts. I use this pair of eyes eager to bathe in spring rain and sunshine to find human love.

One day, a train started from the city railway station. There is a strong festive atmosphere on the train. Many passengers here are visiting relatives in Beijing-including her, a little girl over one year old.

However, in this laughter, a child's crying broke the harmony in the car like a bolt from the blue. Because-she put her tender little arm into the instant noodle box filled with boiling water.

Hearing the child's crying, Wen Xun was the first person to come. Knowing what happened, he quickly reported the matter to the train conductor. When the train conductor arrived, he learned that the child's wound was not treated with medicine. But there is no medicine for burns in the car. The child is still crying, crying and vomiting. The situation is not optimistic.

At this point, the train conductor immediately dialed the telephone number of the next stop and informed them to prepare the scald ointment immediately and wait at the next stop.

Passengers have taken out their own medicines to train conductors and flight attendants. Although the medicine for treating burns has not been found yet, and the current medicine is not very effective, everyone's enthusiasm has comforted mother's heart a little.

After a long wait, the train finally arrived at the next station. The medicine was successfully delivered to the car and applied to the child's red wound. The child stopped crying, the mother smiled with relief, and the train conductor and flight attendant quietly left. ......

I think I have found what I am looking for-love is in people's hearts. Isn't it love that gushes from the enthusiasm of train conductors, flight attendants, train broadcasting station staff and passengers to actively find medicine for their children?

The train continued to run, but there was one more thing on the train-a strong human touch. The train carries the friendship between people and rushes to the distance ... hoping to adopt.

ⅷ 600 words of ronin pipa works

Everything in this world has a causal source. I met you in my life, and there must be a source.

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Xuan Ning looked at the white man with the pipa in front of him, and his eyes flashed with doubts: "What can I do for you, son?" The man in white looked at the woman in front of him: Dear son, we meet again. "I wonder if I can spend the night at my aunt's house?" "overnight?" Xuan Ning hesitated. "I'm afraid this is not good?" But a voice in my heart told her: promise him. "Girl, you see, it's raining so hard outside, and my home is far from here. Can a girl bear to watch a young man get wet? " The man in white gently raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "What does it matter to me whether you get wet or not?" The corners of the mouth of the man in white rose, and he turned and walked out of the door. Indeed, it rained. It's strange that this man doesn't care so much about his body. Since he wants to take a shower, let's take a shower, Xuan Ning thought, but he still picked up his umbrella, went to the man's place and grabbed the corner of his sleeve: "I'm really afraid of you. Let's go. " The man in white smiled even deeper: she is really still like this.

"Well, this is your house." Xuan Ning pointed to the front of the house. The corners of the mouth of the man in white rose: "Good." Xuan Ning was a little confused and finally said, "You must not enter that ice pavilion, and besides, I don't know your name yet?" "Bai Chenxi." "Huh?" Xuan Ning looked up at him. "My name, what's that girl's name?" White looked at her with a smile in her eyes. "Xuan Ning." "How about I call you my dear son?" The words sound just fell and white then connect a way. "Dear son ... dear son ..." Xuan Ning read the name, and a figure seemed to flash before her eyes. "Brother chenchen ..." White's eyes were full of surprise, which was the only thing he saw before he fainted.

She seems to have had a dream that she was with a man. In the dream, she called him brother Chen Chen ... "Dear girl, are you awake?" Xuan Ning woke up and heard the pipa. When she woke up, Bai stopped playing the pipa. "Chen Chen brothers ..." Xuan Ning unconsciously shouted out the name.

"Dear son, do you remember me?"

"I remember, but I don't seem to remember."

"Nothing, it's good to know later."

Remember, I will always be your brother Chen Chen, and you will always be my dear son.

ⅸ My story was written in the second day of junior high school, with 600 words.

My story

Many stories have happened to me since I was born. Today I will tell my story.

When I was a child, I was very naughty. Once, I played with a child of similar age, but for some unknown reason, I got into a fight. As a result, I was beaten to pieces Somehow, just as he was leaving, I jumped on him and fought back. Later, the fight became more and more fierce, but I finally turned the tables. When I got home, my mother asked me what happened and why I had to fight with others, but I said confidently, "Because you taught me where to get up when I fell." Lost the first time, get up from there. I played another game and won. I thought you would be happy, but ... "

When I was five or six years old, I was even more naughty. At that time, I was called the "King of Pranks" and I had a helper. One day, when we were all playing in the yard, we suddenly saw a brand-new Sanyo stroller, so I couldn't pay attention. Haha, good idea! So I called all my men, discussed it for a while, and did it. We took a knife and a needle, cut a deep hole in the leather cushion with the knife, and then let the tire air out with the needle. "Let's go, haha!" When I got home at night, my father mysteriously said to me; "I bought you a present. It's in the yard. Go and have a look. " I jumped into the yard and looked around. "That's the children's car," my father said. "ah? That's a Sanyo children's car! "

I especially like reading books now. Once, my parents asked me to go to Guilin. I said, "No, you go. I want to read at home. But mom will hold me anyway. I have to go. After enjoying the scenery in Guilin, my mother went shopping. I took the opportunity to tell my mother that I wanted to watch TV in the hotel, but I came back to read.

This is my story.