Junior one Chinese composition

In study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my collection of senior one Chinese compositions for reference only. Let's have a look.

The Chinese composition of the first grade 1 The Chinese of the first grade seems to be different from that of the primary school. On the first day of junior high school, when our vision was opened, I was surprised to find that there were languages everywhere in my life.

I found hidden Chinese in a walk. Take a walk at what time of the day, listen to the sweet "click" sound of leather boots falling on the bluestone board, and look up at the sky. No matter when, the sky in the suburbs is always blue. A gust of wind blew and the leaves rang and shook. I don't know whose clothes it is, flying lightly in the air, spreading its wings like China. Walking language is poetic.

I found China people hiding in food. All kinds of delicious food are here: Chinese hamburger in Shaanxi, roast duck in Beijing, grapes in Hainan, coconuts in Hainan and so on. Taste the delicious food on the earth, enjoy the trip on the tip of your tongue, and recall the local customs and cultural temperament in those delicious foods ... The language in the delicious food is classical.

I found Chinese hidden in music. Light music gives elegance, pure music contains elegance, and rock music has infinite passion ... Listen to music, imagine that artistic conception, ponder over those words, and release emotions and pressure in music. Music is not only a modern language, but also a spiritual food for modern people.

I found Chinese hidden in the movie. Every time you are there, you are filled with infinite feelings and thoughts. Every emotional savings, is an infinite daydream, is an infinite trip; Every memory is infinite satisfaction and infinite wealth. The language in the film is priceless.

I find that Chinese is hidden in every corner of our lives: every reading is a collision of ideas; Every trip is to taste life and discover beauty; Every conversation with people is an art of human feelings; Meditation after every emotion is a sign of growth. Chinese is really in our life, not only in books, but also in life.

Then, in this junior one, to appreciate the language and discover it. After all, the language in life is so gorgeous.

In the crisp autumn afternoon, this Chinese class seems to be no different from usual. But this Chinese class is the first time for me-the first time to raise my hand and speak.

Because of the charm, romance, appeal and mysterious beauty of Chinese, I, a child who doesn't love or never raises my hand, have overcome myself. I am also very happy to dedicate this wonderful first time to this wonderful Chinese class.

At that time, the class was almost over, and I convinced myself again and again that I wanted a chance.

"I want to hit myself!" I thought to myself. At the moment, my brain is blank. I took advantage of this moment when my brain was stuck, and resolutely raised my hand.

The teacher has been looking for those "speech controllers" for a long time, and it can be seen that the teacher really wants to find a classmate who doesn't often raise his hand to speak. The teacher saw my disappointed eyes and smiled happily. The teacher smiled really well: "OK, Du Yayuan!" "My teacher and I looked at each other.

At the moment I stood up, I really felt the beauty, magic and power of Chinese.

After the speech, it seems that I am no longer Du Yayuan. At the moment, I am full of passion for Chinese and have a boiling passion for Chinese and Chinese classes.

My favorite Chinese class-the one that made me break through my Chinese class-had my first Chinese class.

Chinese, you make my blood boil, you make me boil, you let me overcome myself, you let me find myself again, and you let me feel the best thing in the world-Chinese.

I like this Chinese class very much.

In my study career, there are many teachers in my life, but what I remember most is my Chinese teacher.

My Chinese teacher is a young sister. I still remember the smile on my Chinese teacher's face when I first met her. The shallow smile is especially gentle. The first time I saw my Chinese teacher, I felt that my Chinese teacher must be a very gentle person.

Every time we have a Chinese class, the Chinese teacher will come to the classroom in advance, and the Chinese teacher is also our friend. A few minutes before class, the Chinese teacher will sit in the classmates' seats, and then students who want to listen to the teacher's story will surround the teacher. I am looking forward to the stories told by every Chinese teacher, because they always make me feel a lot.

The Chinese teacher is very knowledgeable and tells us stories with humor, which makes us all welcome the Chinese teacher. When the bell rang, the Chinese teacher stepped onto the platform and all the students in the classroom sat back in their seats. The teacher's Chinese class is also full of knowledge, and the Chinese teacher who quotes classics often surprises us.

My Chinese teacher likes ancient poems very much, and those beautiful ancient poems are easy to come by. When we have an appreciation class of ancient poetry, it is also the most exciting and exciting time for Chinese teachers. Chinese teachers have a clear understanding of the unique appreciation and opinions of ancient poetry, its background and the author's life. Under the guidance of the teacher, the students in the class also have a strong interest in ancient poetry.

The Chinese score in my class is one of the best in the grade. After every campus exam, the average score of Chinese in our class is far ahead of other classes. Most of the credit is due to the good teaching of Mr. China. Under the influence of Chinese teachers, we are gradually attracted by the knowledge in Chinese.

Like my classmates, I like Chinese teachers very much and hope to be as knowledgeable as Chinese teachers in the future.

Today, I study by myself in the evening. I attended a lecture on composition evaluation. In class, I first asked my classmates to read their compositions again, especially where the teacher revised them. After reading it, I wrote the following on the blackboard:

1, whether the writing is standard and whether the roll surface is clean;

2, punctuation specification

3. Whether the beginning and the end are concise, focused and centered;

4. Whether the paragraphs are clear and whether the transition is natural;

5. Whether the material selection is novel;

6. Whether the narrative revolves around the center and whether the details are appropriate;

7. Does the article have true feelings?

Next, I ask students to read their compositions against the above items to see which ones meet the requirements and which ones need improvement. Through such a teaching link, most students understand what matters should be paid attention to in future composition. After that, I read aloud the sentences with good beginning and good ending in students' compositions in class, and let the students talk about what is good about this beginning or ending. In this way, students will have great pride when reading the composition, and they will also vaguely know that the composition should have a good beginning and a good ending. Finally, I found three students who wrote better compositions and read them in class. The students didn't feel warm applause. I told my classmates that even if one or only one paragraph of the composition can be read by the teacher in class, you will feel infinite pride, you will be full of expectations for the composition class, and you will want to write the composition well. In the end, your composition will be well written. The students are very excited after this composition class. After the second class was finished, the students were much quieter, as if they all wanted to write their compositions well. Relatively speaking, some achievements have been made in this composition class, but perhaps the first class was talked too much and took too long, so that the time for the second composition class could not be guaranteed. In the future, it may be better if we can spend more than half of the class time commenting and listening to lectures, and only talk about one or two points in one class, leaving enough 50 minutes to write compositions for students.

I am a lively and cheerful boy, named Bian Rentong, with a general temper. But if someone suddenly pats me while I'm reading or doing my homework, it's impolite of me. This is what I hate most, because it will disturb my thinking. However, when I thought about the same question for the second time, I couldn't remember it anymore. Even if I think about it a little, it's still not as complete as the original answer.

I like reading and writing, and I often get my books back from the bookstore. I hid in my room alone. Only my own room is my quietest place and the only place where I can read. Only in this way can I read, feel, understand the plot in the book and understand the master's mentality with my heart. As bacon said, "books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, it is books that improve my writing. I like writing, and I love writing. Success made me realize the happiness that writing brought me. I think only words can express my feelings, vent my dissatisfaction and write my true feelings.

In my study, I used to be the best in my class, a teacher's right-hand man, an example to my classmates and the pride of my parents. I have been a small cadre in my class since the first grade of primary school, which has given me rich work experience. Those gold medals represent my strength and my efforts. You can have a look if you don't believe me! But I think that's all in the past, and now we have to work harder. Show my past style to my current classmates and teachers to prove my strength.

This is me, and I hope to be your friend if you like.

Friendship is easy to read, but not easy to do. I remember when I was a child, I was in a kindergarten with Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan and Wang Ruoyao. We were very happy then.

At lunch time, I suggest not eating steamed bread, but eating it while walking. Pan Xin and they all agreed to my suggestion. Our teacher found us eating steamed bread while walking. The teacher asked us who spoke first. Pan Xin said it was her. As a result, the teacher wouldn't let her sleep and let her stand at the door of the small class (we were in the big class at that time). I can't sleep at noon, thinking about Pan Xinfa's life. In the afternoon, Pan Xin came back. I asked her what was wrong, but she smiled and said nothing. I feel warm in my heart, and I think Pan Xin has a kind heart.

Another afternoon, we just woke up, everyone went to drink water, but I found that my cup was gone, and I just woke up and was thirsty. Everyone is thirsty, and naturally everyone can't take care of themselves. No one will see that I don't have a glass of water At this moment, Wang Ruoyao came over and said, "I seem to see that you don't have a water cup. Here, use mine. " I gave it back to her after drinking the water. When she went to get water, there was no water. I said, "What if there is no water?" Wang Ruoyao said, "But I'm not thirsty now, because I feel happy to help others."

Our class went to exercise in the morning, but I forgot to take the skipping rope. Wang Yanyan said, "I'll take you with me, so the teacher won't talk about you!" " ""then the teacher won't talk about you! "It's okay. I will do anything for my friends.

Now, Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan, Wang Ruoyao and I are still "doing the necessary things". We just made friends a few years ago. We are very United and help each other.

Although we only have about four months left to go our separate ways, we believe that we will meet again.

Leaving the noisy city, I wandered between nature. I slowed down and listened quietly, hearing the vitality of the grass breaking through the ground; Look silently and see the hardships of big trees taking root and sprouting; Take a sniff and smell the faint fragrance in the plum blossom snow. These are all the natural beauty I appreciate.

I admire the grass, which drills out hard soil just to bring a touch of new green to the earth. The cold wind howled and frozen the earth, and finally I looked forward to a bright spring, but the earth was still shrouded in extreme cold. Suddenly, a light green appeared on the brown land. Is tenacious grass, with its immature little head on the hard stone ridge to open a path. It is not afraid of insect bites, stones, mud, rushing out of the shackles of clods and decorating spring with the green of life! I appreciate the grass's perseverance to go forward bravely.

I admire that big tree, which has been rooted for ten years only to provide a shade. In the park, stands a tall banyan tree. In the soil at the foot of this tree, there is a world belonging to it-the world of roots. The stout roots have been buried underground for decades, and they will interweave with each other, weaving the dream of the banyan tree on the ground: it must work hard to take root and absorb nutrients, and the longer it grows, the stronger it will be before it can cast a thick shadow on the earth. But it doesn't ask for anything in return, just wants to bring people a shade in the hot summer. I appreciate the quality of the silent dedication of the big tree.

I appreciate plum blossom, which sticks to the ice and snow just to decorate the snow world with pink. In the extremely cold December, when all the flowers fall asleep, they just smile on the branches. It has no intention of fighting for spring, but as an envoy of spring, it arrives and leaves in a hurry. Instead of fighting for it, it tries its best to decorate this snowy winter with its thin pink. Perhaps only in this noble way will the branches fall again, and there is still a faint fragrance lingering in the world. Appreciate the nobility of plum blossom standing proudly in the cold branch.

I devote myself to nature, make friends with every grass, tree and plum blossom, learn their excellent qualities of hard work, dedication and purity, and appreciate the most beautiful nature.

Wolf, a cruel and greedy animal, is a profound and witty creature. Wolves have built the strongest wall, a wall with dignity, a wall that will never collapse, and written the chapter of life with the blood and even life of wolves. Some people say wolves are cruel. I want to say it's because wolves are very powerful. Wolves are tough, and the deep eyes of wolves reveal not only profundity, but also the ferocity that scares any creature. That white, sharp spike seems to tear everything apart, and any life he has bitten can't escape, only a good meal for the wolf. This is the power of wolves, because wolves are powerful and have cruel capital. The survival of the fittest is a natural law, and being beaten behind is a bloody lesson of history.

Some people say that wolves are cold-blooded, but I want to say that's because wolves are calm. Wolves never let their prey go, because they know that they have to rely on their prey to fill their stomachs, that the law of the jungle prevails, and that they will not live long even if they don't eat wolves. So he chose to be cold-blooded and enjoy his delicious meal. People will not pity you because you are weak, but fear you because you are strong. So only if you are as cold and calm as a wolf can you become stronger.

Some people say that wolves are insidious and cunning, because wolves are smart and know how to learn from experience. Wolves don't make the same mistake twice, nor do they fall down in the same place twice. Isn't that what we humans lack? Moreover, wolves never shirk their responsibilities, they all carry them themselves, and we only know that it is someone else's fault. We keep saying that we are higher animals, why are we not as good as lower animals in this respect?

I encourage wolves to become strong, calm and smart!

Every time I see a stack of papers in front of my desk, there is always a piece of paper in it that I can't forget. I have been studying at Xingqiao Art School for almost a year. This paper reminds me of someone. ...

I remember a teacher in the Chinese remedial class continued to teach us. As soon as we talked about classical Chinese, we wrote a few big characters on the blackboard: "Learning classical Chinese should be implemented every word, and the arts and sciences should be fluent!" " This seems to have aroused my interest in this strange teacher's class. The teacher humorously told us a series of mysteries while holding the paper. This class is vivid, as if I were there, taking me into the paradise of the ancients and the author's fantasy. At that time, I faced this kind teacher with doubts, but in the end I was completely "melted" by the teacher's teaching methods, which really made people full of praise!

Suddenly, a huge figure came to me. "You answer this question." The teacher called my name at once, and I didn't react at once. I was shocked. A few seconds later, I picked up the paper and answered in a trembling voice: "Yes …" I immediately sat down. Faced with this fear, I was really scared when I answered the question. The teacher's satisfied smile slowly relieved me, and my eyes returned to lectures and translation. Teacher, she taught us how to learn a classical Chinese well and gave many vivid examples. Yes, I'm confused about this swamp. In fact, I hate Chinese from the bottom of my heart because this teacher changed my mind. The long golden hill of Chinese makes me enjoy endless fun. There is a saying: there must be a golden house in the book. "I remember I used to ..." I like some stories told by my teacher in class best, especially those told by this teacher, which really makes me reluctant to leave this story world.

"Class dismissed!" Loud words reached my ears. Although this is a thin translation, I still deeply remember this teacher. ...

Junior high school Chinese composition 10 "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Yes, the grass is looking forward to it, the peach blossom is looking forward to it, and people are looking forward to it ...

The sky is gloomy and the clouds are low. I thought: Will it rain? The wind rustled the leaves, and pieces of green leaves swayed with the wind, flying like green butterflies in the air. Trees stretch in the wind, rivers frown in the wind, and only the eaves are the calmest, standing there motionless, pretending that nothing cares.

Slowly, a little light rain fell from the sky, as thin as silk and as light as silk, weaving a picture of spring in the sky. Light rain falls gently on the eaves, slowly gathers and strings into a string of pearl necklaces. The beads of rain gathered more and more, and "pattering, pattering" fell, splashing small splashes on the ground. One, two, three ... They are like musical spirits, playing beautiful spring songs.

It's raining harder and harder, and before you know it, small puddles have accumulated on the ground. I took off my shoes and socks, walked into the rain and stepped in the puddle with my feet. A cold feeling spread all over the body in an instant. I jumped into the puddle and the water splashed everywhere. My feet were stirred in the puddle, and the soil and water mixed together, passing through my toes, swimming flexibly under my feet like naughty fish. I couldn't help laughing and quietly attracted other children. They followed me, took off their shoes and began to tread water, laughing and playing in the rain. Our laughter spread far in the rain.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the silver drizzle is gently sprinkled on my soaked clothes, as if covering me with a layer of silver gauze.

The rain became less and less, and finally stopped. I regret putting away my playful heart and going home. There are many sparkling "little pearls" on the grass beside the road. With a touch, they disappeared, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. Raindrops on the eaves drop by drop when they are full. Those who hang on the eaves and refuse to fall are more like a teardrop that is held back. Do not give up?

I can't stand the rain either. It landed on the eaves, on the lawn and in my heart.

The word "expectation" in the junior Chinese composition 1 1 is closely related to our parents. My family is not rich, and my parents have tasted the ups and downs of life. They always give me too much expectation, and they hope I won't live a hard life like them.

When I was a child, my parents sent me to a children's paradise. They hope I can study in a good environment and get ahead. My father hated me all my life because I didn't finish my studies well, but I was too naughty at that time. No matter what I ask, my father will agree unconditionally. In the rain, my parents accompanied me ...

Because of expectation ...

When I was in primary school, I successfully entered the experimental primary school. My parents are always too busy. Every time after school, I am always the last one in my class to go home. I wanted to go to school by bike, but my parents were always worried about my safety and hired someone else to pick me up. At that time, I gradually understood. I know they love me, so I study hard and get a smile from my parents with excellent grades. ...

Because of expectations, they have no regrets. ...

Now, I have entered junior high school life. Although I am about to enter high school now, I still clearly remember that when I first started junior high school, my mother came to see me at eleven or twelve in the evening. That night, I cried, and so did my mother. Suddenly, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world. I'm so happy. ...

Expectation is the guiding light of life and the driving force to forge ahead. It is with the expectations of my parents and relatives that I will stick to this road of life. Perhaps, the smiles of parents and relatives are my greatest motivation. Now, I am in a critical period of my life. I will work harder and see my parents' tired bodies every day. I can't bear to let them suffer. ...

Because of expectation, countless students bravely marched forward, just looking back and smiling, getting a little satisfaction, just because of expectation.

Motherly love is a selfless feeling. Motherly love falls in our hearts like warm sunshine. Although silent, it makes the seedlings of life feel the warmth after the rain.

Maternal love is great, it doesn't need any return, although it is a ruthless storm after the warm sunshine.

When I was one year old, when my mother took a freshly cut birthday cake in my hand, I took it away without mercy. Then burst into tears for no reason.

When I was five years old, I lost my temper with my mother because she didn't buy me snacks.

When I was eight years old, I deliberately picked on my mother because I was in a bad mood.

When I was nine years old, my mother told me to wear more clothes. It's cold. I said my mother was wordy.

Now, I quarrel with my mother almost every day. Once, I didn't talk to my mother for four days.

When I was addicted to reading, I was pulled back from the world of books by my mother. So I lost my temper with my mother. In fact, I regretted it later and felt that I really shouldn't. But my mother still talked to me in her usual tone and cooked for me as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes, I lie to my mother. My mother's tone is so gentle and kind. I know my mother trusts me so much, but I use my mother's trust to deceive her. My heart is sour, very sad and very regretful.

I regret it. It was another stormy battle with my mother. At noon, my mother ran four or five kilometers by car and came back to cook for me. When chatting at the dinner table, I had a big fight with my mother because of something, broke my chopsticks, left half a bowl of rice in the bowl, turned around and walked into my room, and bam! Knock on the door loudly. Mother had to finish the rest of the meal alone. When my mother went to work, she still said goodbye to me in a sweet voice, as if nothing had happened. At this time, my anger subsided, and I said goodbye to my mother sweetly.

My mother's love is the most selfless. Although I often give her storms, she always gives me warm sunshine.

In our daily life, we often use software to chat. Moreover, this method of communicating with people can also help us learn a lot about Chinese. When we chat, we often use: Dongdong, rookie, prawn, BT, GG, MM…… these words all have very special meanings. Some use homophonic methods, such as: prawn means warrior ... some use the initials of two words, such as: BT is abnormal, B is the initials of change, and T is the initials of state; MM means beautiful, the first m means beautiful, the second m means charming ... others are more interesting, such as: VIP means VIP; A novice means a novice ... These words all have their own strengths and weaknesses. For example, BT has two different meanings, one is abnormal and the other is snot. Although these two words are vivid, they are easily misunderstood; Another example: Dongdong, if you are a novice, you may not know what it means!

In my opinion, the expression of this language has two sides, the good side and the bad side. On the bright side, we can play crossword puzzles. The downside is that if we use these languages a lot, they will be easy to use in our usual homework. Because these languages are not unified, the teacher will treat you as a typo. Moreover, the usage of this language will become more and more diverse, and maybe we sometimes can't remember their meanings!

Therefore, I still advise you not to indulge in such rude words.

The Chinese composition141011is a day of excitement and joy for our Chinese sons and daughters. On this day, the Nobel Prize judging committee of the Royal Academy of Sciences of the Swedish Academy announced that Mo Yan, a China writer, won the 20xx Nobel Prize in Literature. After learning this news, Mo Yan bluntly said that he was "surprised and scared". I was surprised that the prize would fall on me. He said that he had never written for the prize. Hey, it's really for myself. He said that many writers are eligible for the prize. Fear is fear that with this aura, more people will stare at themselves and find faults and embarrass themselves.

I think most people have this concern, let's say we students. Students compare their grades at school. I believe many people will think that those so-called "gifted students" certainly have no troubles in their studies or exams. In fact, they are wrong, and sometimes "gifted students" will become "worried about their own lives." If those "gifted students" get good grades in this exam, the joy brought to her is only temporary, and more is fear. They will worry about whether they can stand in the third place in the next exam and get the title of "gifted student", because they are afraid that if their grades drop, their classmates will look down on her, and their teachers will stop praising her and paying attention to her.

So sometimes success brings people not only surprises, but also fears, but it can inspire us to work harder.

Mo Yan is different from some so-called celebrities. He is low-key and peaceful. Some so-called celebrities are superior and overbearing, in contrast, they have obvious advantages and disadvantages. Perhaps this is the premise for him to win the grand prize. People with such a peaceful mind are expected to become "everyone".

Yes, after success, we must keep a normal mind, even more modest than before, so as to understand the meaning behind "surprise and fear" and face success correctly.

There is a deserted and lively long street in the town.

This is a wide and long street, a road you have to walk every day. People in the town come and go every day. Street has become the radius of life journey and the container for storing life time and space.

Every morning, as soon as the sun opens its eyes, the street is already in full swing. In the sun, a butcher took a knife and chopped pork like firewood. Bright red blood splashed on the street, and the smell of blood became worse. The butcher cut the meat, put down the knife, looked up and shouted, "sell pork, sell pork." This sound is like a thunder on the ground, full of vitality and vitality. In a short time, there was a long queue in front of the pork stall.

At noon, the sun is scorching the earth, and there are fewer and fewer people, only a few old people wandering in the street shouting. The dishes on their poles are green and shiny, like a piece of green jade. It's getting late, the streets are getting colder and colder, and only a few cyclists pass by.

At night, the streets seemed to explode, and every store and every store released deafening music. Those colorful neon lights shine on the streets, making them colorful. Roadside vendors try their best to attract customers. The owner of the barbecue stall is not worried about this problem, because as long as it is in the evening, customers will flock, get some small strings, drink a few bottles of beer, and start chatting, talking about national affairs for a while and family trivia for a while. The speaker talks a lot, and the listener occasionally smiles. In a moment of excitement, you knock on the table and I clap the chair. You don't recognize me and I don't agree with you until one of them dies, and soon the two sides start talking and laughing again.

Such leisure time is always short, and time flies like a bird. It was not until late at night that the street took off its heavy makeup and greeted the next sunrise with a dull face.