The composition of the first year of junior high school

No matter in school or in society, many people write compositions, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition of 10 for you. I hope it will help you.

The first day of writing articles 1 time.

This is a very sad word.

Time flies, never to return.

Time flies, and those who are deeply remembered have passed away.

One by one, one by one.

This article is in memory of my grandmother.

Grandma, are you okay in heaven?

I was a naughty little girl when I was a child.

It is common to get dirty and scratch clothes at school.

Whenever clothes are torn, grandma will sew them with needle and thread, which is very careful.

Grandma said that wearing a skirt should not be damaged, or others will laugh at it.

So are people.

But now my heart is broken, grandma, why don't you sew it for me?

When I was a child, my hair was knee-length.

But helpless, my hair is thick and curly naturally.

So combing my hair is my biggest worry.

Once my parents asked me to cut my hair, but I refused, crying to keep my hair.

Grandma smiled and told mom and dad not to cut my hair. She will comb it.

Since then, my hair has been in grandma's charge.

She gently combed my hair with calloused hands, so kind and gentle.

But after grandma died, no one combed my hair, and I was too lazy to take care of it.

My parents asked me to cut my hair, and I nodded quietly, okay.

My heart ached when my long hair fell to the ground.

That's my memory with grandma.

I picked up my hair and put it in the deepest part of my wardrobe.

I said, nobody moves. My hair belongs only to me and grandma.

Grandma, grandma, will you come back and comb my hair again?

When I was a child, I liked watching snow best.

The flying snowflakes are so beautiful.

Like a fairyland on earth.

Grandma likes snow, too She said it was quiet and peaceful here.

Is the most beautiful angel in the world.

So when it snows, grandma and I often go out to enjoy the snow.

Even the last day has not changed.

Grandma, it also snowed this winter. Did you get a look at him?

It's really lonely to enjoy the snow alone.

I remember the day grandma left.

She called me over and said to me, "I don't want you to be rich, famous and make money all your life." I only hope that you will be safe and happy all your life. " "

I cried, tears streaming down my face.

Grandma smiled, raised her old, scrawny hand and wiped away my tears.

Don't cry, you have to be happy all your life.

You are grandma's little angel.

Grandma put the jade bracelet she had worn all her life on my hand.

Grandma will always be with you, in the sky.

Grandma, she fell asleep so quietly and peacefully.

Fall asleep in front of me.

I still have a smile on my lips.

Beautiful, like snow.

So peaceful and serene.

Fell asleep forever.

The person who knows me best is gone.

The person who loves me the most is gone.

I lost one of the most important people in my life.

Time, time.

I don't lament that time is cruel, I just lament that time is too short.

Grandma, did you have a good time in heaven? Is there snow there?

Your little angel, she will always be here.

This is the little angel's promise to you here.

It won't change.

The little angel will always be with you.

You will say the same thing when you see this topic. What do you mean by good times here? Is it your own experience? Or write about other people's experiences? These questions may haunt your mind? I'll give you the answer now. The wonderful time here is not my own experience, but the experience of a female classmate of mine.

My classmate once described himself to me, and her father wrote a composition, the content of which is like this; Her father is a man in his forties and forties, and he is also a father. Her father is about 1.7 meters tall and a little fat. Small eyes and a few white hairs in my hair.

My classmate's father always has a flower-like smile on his face. Whenever he is tired, he walks into the room with a straight face. Maybe her father did it because he didn't want his family, his children and his worries.

My classmates also told me; The financial situation of their own families, she said; My father is a taxi driver, looking for 1000 a month or so. I don't know whether she is right or not.

My classmate told me; Something about her own family. She said that once my classmate wanted to take an art test. At that time, my classmate and her family discussed her desire to take an art test, but her mother and her sister opposed her desire. What are their reasons for opposition? Maybe they are afraid that my classmate will do something stupid and be schizophrenic if he fails the exam. Only her father has no objection. What is this? Is it because dad loves his daughter too much and tolerates her too much? Of course not, because dad wants to give his daughter a chance to test herself.

I think my classmate's father is qualified, respectable and worthy of calling him. Dad's good dad. I hope my classmates can treat and care for his parents, because they are the greatest people in the world.

Each of our parents is like a gardener. Are they training us to know what love is? What is respect? What is tolerance? These theories that people should know. Parents are the first teachers of each of us. They let us know about human nature. They are the sunshine during the day, the moon at night and the brightest stars in the night sky.

Are you all right now? Remember that time we sat at the same table?

That year, I transferred to another school and the teacher asked me to sit with you. You held out your hand and said loudly, "Welcome. From now on, we are deskmates. Help each other. " But I don't know what to say, because I grew up without friends. At this moment, through your sincere eyes, I won the real friendship for the first time.

Do you remember? It rained heavily without an umbrella, and my parents were on a business trip. You generously pushed your umbrella into my arms and ran into the rain. The next day, you didn't come to class. I didn't know I had a high fever until I asked the teacher. Do you know how much I loved you at that moment? After school, I ran to your house as fast as I could. You opened the door for me wrapped in a quilt with a fake smile on your face.

I was very introverted at that time. I told you everything. You often listen quietly and analyze it bit by bit after I finish speaking. One day, I had a quarrel with my parents, ran to your house and dumped all my troubles on you like garbage. You calm me down and explain to me slowly, so that I can understand my parents' hatred of steel.

How wonderful all this is. But one day, you came to me and said, "I'm going to transfer abroad." I smiled and said, "Don't lie to me, it's impossible." And you look at me, but your face is very calm, without any expression: "take care, I'm leaving." On that day, I understood for the first time what it means to lose true friendship. From then on, no one protected me when others bullied me, no one listened to me when I was sad, and no one comforted me when I was sad.

I still remember that the last time you saw me was before you boarded the plane to America. You said, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Our friendship will grow with time, and we will meet again. " However, since then, we have never met again. Later, I learned that you went to America because your parents divorced and had to.

Please remember, no matter where you are, don't forget, this is your deskmate.

Are you okay? My former deskmate.

Happiness lies in the Spring Festival, growing up on the road.

In the afternoon of 2008, the company held the last general meeting of all employees, and then had a holiday. On 29th, 2008, we packed our bags and bought something for the New Year to go home for the New Year ~! The little girl is very happy, because this is her first winter vacation and the first New Year after entering junior high school. The little girl planned a special New Year a long time ago. Although I haven't seen the little girl's winter vacation schedule, it turns out that the little girl's New Year is quite fulfilling. Happiness lies in the New Year and she grows up on the road.

China New Year Bao jiaozi

There is no thirty this year, so twenty-nine is thirty. According to the old tradition of Chinese New Year, in the morning, we fry chicken nuggets, ribs, crispy meat, fish and other foods at home, and in the afternoon, our family sit together to make jiaozi. This year is no exception. This year's dumpling skin was rolled by a chicken.

When I went to the kitchen to help my mother-in-law wrap jiaozi, the chicken and grandma had already started to wrap it, but this time the difference was that the chicken rolled its skin and grandma was wrapping it. I quickly sat down and began to pack. I secretly watched the girl roll the skin when she wrapped jiaozi. Hehe, I don't know, but I was surprised. The little girl works as fast as her grandmother. Little girl, one person can provide us with a set meal, and there is still some left. Mother-in-law proudly said, "Little girls should learn to work and art from an early age."

I remember when my daughter was four or five years old, every time we recruited Jiao Zi, she always did it in one step. Every time I criticized her angrily and drove her away. Because she's always in the way. But every time the mother-in-law insisted that the child stay, she gave the child a rolling pin and a ball of noodles for her to play again. Unexpectedly, over time, the little girl really learned to "peel the bag jiaozi". Although little girls rarely do housework after entering junior high school, this life skill has not been forgotten and continues to spread widely.

As a mother, I feel very happy when I eat a little girl's bag on New Year's Eve.

Watch the Spring Festival Gala with grandma.

During the Chinese New Year, my brothers and sisters came back, and my husband cooked a big table. Our whole family got together and talked a lot, while my parents-in-law enjoyed their family happiness happily. Because my father-in-law has been showing the construction site of the oil city built by relatives last year, he went to the construction site on the evening of the 30 th this year. Before leaving, the chicken did not forget to say to her grandfather, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will accompany my grandmother to watch the Spring Festival Evening tonight."

In order not to let my mother-in-law be alone, we all watched the Spring Festival Gala at her house this year. Chick and grandma sat on the bed together, wrapped their legs in a quilt, and talked about TV programs while eating melon seeds. We sat on the sofa. There are many songs and dances this year. Whenever there is a dance, the chicken will jump out of bed and dance with it. That funny action always makes us laugh. In this laughter, our family walked through the New Year's Eve together, set off firecrackers in the early morning, and the whole family ushered in the New Year.

The little girl offered to accompany her grandmother to watch the Spring Festival Gala, showing filial piety. Here, I record a compliment to the little girl.

Go back to the dance with confidence

Little girl, my dance class is arranging a dance called Jasmine. It happened that there was a dance in the Spring Festival Evening this year, which was similar to the little girls. The chicken is very excited and has been dancing with it. Because the little girl didn't go dancing for several months last semester, she had to try to catch up with the big army. Besides, the little girl always has a dream, not only thinking about dancing, but also dreaming of becoming the protagonist. But the protagonist is not so easy to be. He must put on ballet shoes, make graceful spins and big jumps. There is nothing wrong with the big jump of the chicken. The key is rotation.

So every chicken practices "spinning" at home during the Spring Festival. Actually, it's easy to turn In the past, when girls had lead dance experience, they could turn by themselves. But when she puts on ballet shoes and turns around, she should pay attention to keeping her head. Chickens always don't cooperate well, their feet rotate in place and they forget to leave on their heads.

Finally, the chicken finally learned all the movements of leading the dance. Last night, we went for a walk in the square and the chicken showed it to us again. I wish this little girl a dream come true in the new year.

I am in charge of my study.

As soon as the holiday is over, the chicken cheers at home: "It's great not to use winter vacation homework, you can preview well!" What else did you ask me? ! I said no, your winter vacation is up to you. The girl is wrong. This is my research, and I am in charge. So I didn't check my children's study, and I always studied according to my own plan.

English is a girl's favorite, and she is the first to preview. Chicks have always liked English, which is also highlighted in the trailer. Although Chinese, mathematics and English are previewed together, English is still better and takes the lead in completing the task. According to the requirements of English teachers, the contents of the first two modules must be previewed before school starts. Therefore, from the beginning of the holiday, the little girl bought a textbook "Complete Solution" and then did it according to the above explanation. She hasn't forgotten to download audio and listen to texts and words from the Internet. Now she has won all these. Yesterday, I asked her if she had fully previewed English. The chick said that some texts were not recited very well, so she needed to practice more in the future.

Chinese is taught every day, and reciting ancient Chinese becomes a problem. From the first day of the holiday, the chicken began to preview the Chinese. The plan is to have a class every day and finish the exercises. At this point, 15 has completed the task of previewing the first lesson, but there are still many tasks to recite ancient Chinese. The Chinese teacher asked that all seven ancient texts in the next volume must be recited, but the little girl hasn't finished reciting them yet, and the exam will be held as soon as the school starts. Sometimes I am really worried about whether my child has time to recite ancient Chinese, so I can't help reminding her, but people don't appreciate it and say that she understands. The child has grown into a junior high school student, 13 years old. As parents, we can no longer remind her of everything. So I didn't rush her these days. I think, even if the senior high school entrance examination falls on the ancient prose, then the children should "pay the bill" themselves, and the "bitter fruit" they planted can only be "digested" slowly. Although the smooth sailing results are gratifying, I think it is better to let the children carry a little somersault sometimes. So I have been forbearing these days and didn't remind her to recite ancient Chinese!

Mathematics follows the "shared curriculum", which is easy to preview and has no worries. As soon as the holiday was over, the little girl began to attend the monthly course of "Education for All". Moreover, this year, the school newsletter also made a special contribution, sending back bound handouts to every child who ordered monthly courses through mobile companies. I got the text message and went to the mobile company to get it back for the chick. At that time, all the handouts for the seventh grade in Yakoudian were handed out, so I went to Sipo to get them. It can be seen that there are still quite a few middle school students learning to share. So far, the little girl has finished learning the first three units and is doing "practicing every day" to consolidate.

"Practice every day" was originally an exercise with "monthly class". You should listen to the class first, and then practice it every day. At first, the chicken did the same thing. Later, with the increase of the difficulty of the course, the little girl found it difficult to practice the test paper every day, so she stopped doing it first and listened to the course repeatedly. I believe the little girl will learn it after listening to it a few times.

As for Shi Disheng, there is no time to preview, so let's wait until school starts. Chick said it would be good to preview the first three units of language, numbers and English. I think so. In addition, I haven't written my thoughts after reading Childhood during the holiday.

There is no road in the world. Walking too much becomes a road, and so does the child's road. The firecrackers of the New Year are still ringing in my ears, and the chicken has set foot on the road to school. I hope that in the new year, the little girl can make a good start, walk well and live a good seventh grade.

Happiness is in the Spring Festival, growing up on the road and dreaming on the road. I wish my children sail and sail for a bright future. ...

This is the little girl's lecture record. It is strange why some courses are not given the green light.

Day after day, year after year, time flies. Silently remember Mr. Lu Xun's "Hurry"

"I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but burst into tears. " I silently in the corner, sad tears, I do not know how long time can stay for me. A trace? A dime? I don't know, just decadent, frivolous and in tears. Those distant times, up to now, have passed in a blink of an eye, and they disappeared without a trace before I came to my senses. I prayed to find it in my dream, and I came to the end, farther and farther ... where? Where is it? I panicked. I'm lost. I am in this lonely place. A touch of faint color fell at the end of the sky and clouds. During my wandering, I didn't see a trace of time. I tried to touch it, but it disappeared, dispersed and everything was calm again. ...

I woke up from my dream, and I was so scared. Time waits for no one, how can I spare others? I feel horrible. I'm afraid my parents will leave me. People get old easily, but time is fragile. I feel more and more secure. Even if you give me a second, a minute, I am eager. Parental love is priceless. I try to cherish it. It is as beautiful as time goes by and as golden as jade. I don't think even millionaires can afford it …

Time has taken away our youth and vitality. Sometimes, I hate you ... and suddenly I miss my childhood life. Although I don't have much, I don't feel anything missing. Ten years ago, I never thought I would worry about my studies, work, interpersonal relationships and so on. It's different now. It is not enough to have too much. Happiness is not as simple as it used to be. There are endless things and messy plans. I'm tired and scared now. I don't know what's wrong ... I think I should be rational. ...

Youth is a naughty child. He is at a loss, rebellious, bitter, bright and lovely. Walking at the crossroads of life, watching time slip away in a hurry, I no longer wander.

The budding youth is at a loss, rebellious and more idle.

I listened to the old English explanation bored. Old Ying's spit hit every nerve like a bullet, and I was very painful. Alas, life is so miserable! I always feel that old English is like an old nun in "Eternal Dragon Slayer", old and stubborn. My English is like budding in a stuffy gourd, lifeless. Looking back at my deskmate, I was holding a novel by Jing M. Guo and eating it. I shed a tear or two when I was moved. I don't like that faint feeling, which makes people sick, groan and lament the hesitation and confusion of youth.

The vacant youth has faded, and I began to love youth and the little traces left by life.

Senior one, with poor grades, was assigned to ordinary classes. People around you are always circling around "good students" and don't want to get close to "bad students". Maybe everything you do is boring to others when they don't recognize you. They don't care if you are right or wrong, they have labeled you as "bad". The head teacher told me to go out and talk, reminding me not to look out of the window, but to keep looking at the blackboard. I read his eyes: "Before the college entrance examination, grades are everything, and all the pain of being blank and lonely can't compare with the scores on the test paper." He looked down on me.

Then, a person calms down to study, read books and do problems, repeating them every day, just like a fan hanging on the roof, staying in the spring without wind forever. At this time, I fell in love with Jack London's love life. Maybe this is my direction. During the model test, the miracle of being the first in my class appeared on me, and everyone's amazing eyes were suffocating. Maybe they didn't expect me to have such amazing achievements as an uneducated person. But at this time, I found the value of youth, I found the direction, and I was no longer confused.

My youth is no longer monotonous, and my youth bid farewell to those doubts and doubts with firm vows!

I don't waste my time in senior three, and time is especially precious to me. Only then did I find that more than half of my youth had passed. Fortunately, I am at a loss, and that kind of unruly no longer exists. Now, my youth has left me with full confidence. The college entrance examination is coming. In the countdown time, I have worked hard and lived a full life. Perhaps it is experience that makes us realize the value of time. It's time to work hard for your future, and it's time to cherish the little youth left now.

Youth, she once let us make public and rebel.

Youth, she makes me energetic and beautiful.

Youth, she let me know the value of time.

Youth, she let us dream of running all the way with persistence, even if the wind and waves are heavy, we still sing aloud!

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, a apricot blossom 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.

The first day of writing 8 flowers will be reopened, and people are no longer young. Time goes by unconsciously. In a blink of an eye, six years of wonderful primary school campus life passed in a hurry. I also changed from an ignorant little doll to a slim girl. Inadvertently, I suddenly turned around and realized that time seems to have feet. Accidentally, it flew past my eyes with a whoosh. In the shade of the sun, I silently counted that more than 4000 days had passed away from me, but I didn't know it. When I woke up, my heart was deeply sad. Time, a naughty and selfless spirit, ran away from my heart full of regret. Six years is like an arrow. It's not that it passed quickly, but when I found that my heart was raining, I regretted my dull eyes in class and the wasted minutes.

I often want to ask, swallows leave in autumn and willows come in spring. However, why are our times gone forever? Time is like a gauze, blown away by the breeze; Such as raindrops, evaporated by the sun, leaving only memories of yesterday and nostalgia for the past. The day before yesterday was yesterday's history; Yesterday is a memory of today. Every time the sun rises, it's another day. Every time the sun goes down, it's another day. Today is a brand-new day, but time is gone forever. Although today is a new day, yesterday's today no longer exists. What can we do except wander? Just in a hurry? Just sigh the passage of time? No, it won't. The passage of time has given me a brand-new tomorrow and memories of yesterday and the past. It also ignited our beautiful vision for a new day and gave us confidence in facing everything. Do you want that naughty little guy to take up all your time? Although time is limited, it is a sign that inspires us. Let's race against time and make unlimited achievements in a limited time!

Time goes by unintentionally, in concentration and in laughter, but time makes us full of hope for the future. Time flies and comes and goes in a hurry. I will cherish time like gold and look back on my six-year study career. Knowing that time waits for no one is my greatest gain, which will benefit me a lot in my life.

I dreamed of sleeping in a pencil box, turning over a blank sheet of paper and drawing a smiling face. It was lazy and quiet that afternoon, and I sat at the window staring blankly. It's my mood that the long white clouds float by, and my thoughts will go far before I know it.

When the bell rang, I took out my crayons and drew a girl holding another girl's hand. On a sunny afternoon, I walked with her. The sun shone around me and I smelled the charming fragrance of grass. Youth turns around and suddenly floats away. You hung on the top of the tree and I circled on another tree, so I digress. I still remember ringing your doorbell countless times, and when I opened the door, it was your warm smiling face. Such a beautiful and familiar day. We watch TV and chat online. You know all my worries. From then on, I decided to keep you in my heart. In those years, your balcony was always printed with the scene of us doing homework together. I looked at the scenery outside the window with confused eyes. I said we should always be so good when we grow up. You nod and smile, and the sun is shining. I still remember the days when I fought with you and went home hand in hand. When I was sad, your hug was so stable, and the songs we sang played back and forth in my memory. Thank you for accompanying my good friend. With your comfort, I am no longer lonely. Thank you for letting me know that I have so much.

In those years, there was a faint scent of gardenia in the landscape. When we are together, our smiling faces are fixed on the photos of the big photo. Innocent and lovely V-shaped movements are the signature movements of our childhood. Do you remember that silly girl who was always sentimental? Do you remember the girl who likes to hum songs whether she is happy or sad? Do you remember the girl who complained to you when something was on her mind? I always thought those memories would be reflected in the photos so that I wouldn't forget them. It turns out that after so long, it is still surging in my heart and warming me. I've always wanted to write something to remember you, but I can't, because I have countless ideas. It is in a quiet corner that I put these beautiful things into words, record the pain and joy, and knock on the memory.

Those wonderful times, I hope we don't grow up and continue to run in the colorful and blurred transparent bubbles, as always naive, without any change. Those wonderful times, even if I pass by the shadows, I want to look up at the warm sunshine. The memory has always been there, and I have never forgotten it. Those wonderful times, it's a pity that my paintings can't show the colors at that time, otherwise I must draw cartoons and cherish them! Those wonderful times, the change of roles, meeting different friends and then passing by, there is a feeling spreading in my heart, which is called enrichment and warmth. In those beautiful times, such as the next windy afternoon, we ran together on the growth track and relived the happiness of passing by. The skirts along the way were so high, so high, so beautiful, so beautiful!

The first time composition 10 seems a lot of bitterness and bitterness, and with you, it seems a lot of sweetness and happiness. You are my most beautiful scar. -inscription

I hesitated before that pet shop. Watching passers-by walk past you without hesitation, I told myself that you are just a little older, and a dog can't judge a book by its cover.

I tiptoed past you trembling, but just as I was trying to escape, a stone hit your lying toe. I'm scared. I see a trace of anger in your eyes. We all jumped up, and I stared at you dumbfounded. You yell at the boy who plays a prank behind you, but wag your tail at me as if you were grinning. It suddenly dawned on me that it was like a dream, or a miracle. I walked up to you and patted you on the neck. "I have work to do. I will come to see you when I come back. " I picked a jasmine flower, put it next to your white paw, and blew you a kiss from a distance.

Ten days later, when I tried my best to buy you and take you home, you seemed very happy? What's your name? By the way, call it Molly.

I let you walk freely in my room, do somersaults happily in my bed, and eat biscuits by the bed, so I am as sad as a fool in every corner now.

I always think you are a big fool, and my brother will always hold your paw and light your wet nose and add "stupefied guy". You smell my cloth shoes foolishly and chew them gently; You put my socks on your head; You also used my classmate's first birthday crystal ball as a wool ball to roll around. ...

You left foolishly.

Don't you love me? I sat by the window and looked at the rest of your cookies. Aren't they delicious?

I went to the door of that pet shop again. It's empty. You didn't even leave a hair. You walked very clean. I sigh, lock your memory and cherish it.