In daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are 9 essays I compiled for you in the first year of junior high school. You are welcome to share them. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 1
The time when the small fan is gently swaying is the age of talking and learning. At this time, there will always be someone lighting a lamp silently behind me. As I grew up, time passed with her.
My grandmother is an authentic country girl, but she is quite talented in literature. When I was young, I stayed at my grandma's house. When the sun set, when I was tired from playing, I went to the small courtyard to enjoy the cool air.
Often, grandma would spread a cool bamboo mat in the courtyard, carefully select a few literary books from the bookcase at home, hold the book between her hands, and pull me to sit on the fresh bamboo mat. She would teach me some ancient poems when I opened the book. Unfortunately, I was only four or five years old at the time. I was still ignorant and had no idea what the poem was about. I could only say one sentence from my grandmother and repeat it childishly.
After reciting a few poems, I lay on the bamboo mat. Grandma held a cattail leaf fan and fanned it slightly beside me. Seeing that I was not enjoying myself enough, she started telling stories about many literati. Mostly it is hard work and perseverance that finally achieves some glory. In the coolness of the cattail leaf fan, I smelled the fresh fragrance of bamboo and wood, listened to my grandma's murmur, and carefully chewed on the literati in the story. I marveled at their diligence in "filling the courtyard with ink", and I couldn't help but feel great pride in my heart. , I hope that in the future, I can be like them, and become an outstanding person.
Almost all my childhood nights were spent under the guidance of my grandmother. These seemingly ordinary lives contained my grandmother’s endless love and expectations for me. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 2
When it comes to our class’s physical education class, it can move 100 ants to death. It’s so hard.
In addition to the formal fifteen-minute class, a few Tai Chi exercises [I remember there was a guy named Taiji in our class (who used to sit behind me with the "young master"), when the teacher announced that he was going to do Tai Chi , the whole class rushed towards him], and there were only a few others, allowing everyone to move freely and fend for themselves.
The sports facilities in our school are pretty good (not as good as those in primary schools). In addition to the necessary basketball courts, single pole, sand courts, etc., there are also table tennis tables. Generally, there are very few boys playing table tennis. They all go to the basketball court to have fun. Only some young girls play. The reason why I say "tender" here is that they only know how to tee off and play some simple sparring (those who are good at table tennis go to other places to develop their sports, such as basketball, badminton, etc.), as long as they are faster or faster, The fierce ball flew away as lightly as if they saw a bomb. I fought with them several times and found that they couldn't mobilize at all, so I stopped continuing. Next is badminton. Badminton is a mixed game between men and women, because the school has many rackets and few balls (there is a teachers parking lot next to badminton. When we play, we often hit the awning. You can see clearly from upstairs: How many badminton balls are there!! 1 , 2, 3, 4, 5... in short, there are a lot of them, and I will never play 20.), so we have to fight together. It is precisely because it is a mixed game, and of course you have to win glory for yourself, so you will usually be sweating when you go home after beating feathers, and by the next day, you can't even lift your hands.
Finally, basketball. Under the sun, those men rushed back and forth, whether they caught the ball or not - they didn't care, the important thing was to participate! But sometimes it makes us girls angry, like wow! Are there any rules anymore? That brainless guy actually held the ball to his own basketball stand and shot? !
Of course, my personal favorite is badminton. But because girls were liberated later than boys (they failed in running and were reprimanded), so when we were the first to arrive at the equipment room panting - alas! All the good shots have been taken away, leaving only the "injured soldiers" that no one cares about. However, it's better than nothing. If it's later, I won't even have an arm.
I am considered a "super hitter" who is "unbeatable" and "unknown to everyone" in the class. Because I work very hard, the racket flew out due to too much force on several occasions. But the handle of the racket remained in my hand... A week later, when I went to find someone to beat me, no one dared to beat me - Girl: Ah! ! I'm going to play table tennis! in vain! ! ——Boy: You are too strong, am I? Congratulations! ! ...This...this, I'm going to fight the "rookies" over there, you can play alone, it's all for nothing! ! ——Sometimes being too "powerful" means you have no opponent.
As far as basketball is concerned: Oh~~how could such an idiot be found.
I couldn’t make a shot from the nearest distance (quibble: it’s not my fault, it’s because the school’s basketball is too bad, the basketball stand is too high, and the classmates are too noisy and it affects me... Conscience: What about other people? Everyone can make the shot, but you can’t?)
I was so crazy playing badminton yesterday that my brain was in a daze. When the sports committee member asked me if I wanted to participate in the shooting competition, I agreed in a daze. (Competition requirements: not only boys, but also girls. All girls in the class did not participate before they came to me, so I am the only girl to participate.) Today I woke up and wanted to withdraw, but the list has been handed over to the student union. Wow Woo...forget it, the worst case scenario is that I will be despised to death! Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 3
The countryside with its rich charm is changing little by little with the roaring sound of the crane. The most beautiful time in the countryside has been quietly submerged by new memories.
——Inscription
It was an unbearably hot summer vacation. The willow leaves were curled by the hot sunshine, and the accumulated water left last night was dried away by the sun without a trace. , the land was cracked by the hot sun. My friends and I moved step by step on the way home. The blazing sunshine had already wiped out our last energy. We moved towards home like zombies.
The sunshine is getting more and more poisonous, and we are getting more and more tired. We are so tired that we can’t breathe. It seems that we are carrying thousands of pounds of iron on our backs, and we are bending down little by little.
When I reached the hillside, I immediately fell down on the slightly moist grass slope, enjoying the last bit of coolness brought to me by nature. There is still a long and bumpy mountain road waiting for us ahead, but we are exhausted. The only way now is to take a shortcut.
But God seems to be against us, and the small bridge on the shortcut has collapsed. Now there are only two ways: one is to take a long way, but that road is paved with gravel. The second is to jump over, but the ditch is two meters wide, we may not be able to jump over, and there are countless garbage in the ditch, exuding a strong smell.
The sky is not beautiful, and the sunshine is getting more and more poisonous. Now I can't control that much, so I can only jump over it. I tried my best to run towards the starting point. My muscle cells used their last strength to push, and I successfully jumped over. My friends jumped over the "stinky" ditch with me, and we did it.
Now, the ditch has been filled with soil. That experience was gradually forgotten. But that time, I learned to be strong and know that anything is possible. God seems to have closed a door but opened a window. The memory of the countryside has become the most unforgettable and wonderful time in my heart. Composition on Time in the First Year of Junior High School Part 4
It is said that the happiest time in life is childhood. I think this is not doubtful. Childhood is a carefree, happy and innocent existence in life.
When I was 10 years old, my mother took me to live with my grandma in the countryside. Within a few days, I became familiar with all the children in the town. The best among them was "Yao Mei". He said that she was the youngest child in the village, so everyone called her Yao Mei.
The morning sun shone in front of the window, and Yaomei and I sat on the chairs beside the bed and drew. I drew a charming and cute little fairy. I showed it to her, and she kept praising me. My paintings are beautiful, but I see that she is always mysterious, so I ask her what she painted, but she just smiles and says nothing, not knowing why this sweet smile comes from.
In the afternoon, I took Yaomei to the backyard to rinse Xiaobai’s dirty dog ??hair.
Yaomei ran over and turned on the faucet. I took the brush and brushed the dog hard. Xiaobai whined in pain and jumped forward. Yaomei saw Xiaobai and quickly grabbed Xiaobai, but how could it move? They couldn't escape from Yaomei's hands. Yaomei put Xiaobai into the basin, but Xiaobai trembled and ran out again as soon as he touched the water. I held the brush and stopped him. Yaomei was holding a basin. The water splashed forward, but Xiaobai quickly ran away cleverly. The water turned naked and saluted my whole body and washed it. Xiaobaijin was still barking, seeming to be very proud of this behavior?
I was confused and threw it at Xiaobai unconvinced, and it hit the target perfectly, leaving Xiaobai stunned for a long time. Of course, it also knew how to fight back. It held the water pipe with its mouth and poured water on Yaomei and me. Xiaobai escaped and I attacked Xiaobai again. Yaomei also came to help and poured the water in the basin. To Xiaobai...
As the sun sets, the golden light reflects on my hurried steps, and the sound of laughter spreads everywhere.
Now, a few years later, the picture Yaomei drew of me and her hand in hand when I was a child still comes to my mind, and the happy time of childhood has long gone, and the only thing left is After all, it is a memory of my childhood that I cherish. Composition on the First Year of Junior High School, Chapter 5
Time flew by so fast and we all graduated from the same high school and the same classroom in the blink of an eye. It was such a coincidence.
Time is always so unclear and has turned her from an ignorant child into a 16-year-old girl. This is really a good thing, because she has grown up and knows more things. She also quietly fell in love with him who was friendly to her.
They were in the same freshman year at the same high school, and were in the same class by chance. He was one year older than her, and he was also very kind. On the first day of school, after the boy’s late self-study, He was bored playing QQ in the playground to search for people nearby. He saw a girl whose online name was Low Eyebrow, so he added her and waited for her approval. It was also unintentional. He added a lot of people that night, and he also retained his impression of this QQ because he I feel that this online name is very similar to myself.
The next day, feeling bored during his early morning self-study, he picked up his mobile phone and logged into QQ, and a system message came. Many people agreed to add him as a friend. He saw Low Eyebrow and discovered She was also online. He sent him a bored smile, and she replied Hello, come here. They chatted on QQ for a while. When he said he was bored in self-study in the morning, the other party texted him his name. , he asked her how she knew his name. It turned out that his space had photos of him, and her deskmate was his old classmate. So, they accidentally met each other through QQ on the second day of school and got to know each other. They all have an inexplicable and wonderful feeling.
After a month, they became close friends and talked about everything. Sometimes the boys said some lewd things and the girls didn’t care. They would also say it along with the boys. After all, they were not kids child. After a night of self-study, they all returned to their respective dormitories and logged into QQ as usual. The boys habitually checked to see if she was online as soon as she was online. If she was not online, the boys would be a little disappointed and quit QQ. That night, the girls Online, the boy sent a sexy message, and the girl replied with a sentence that made the boy stunned. The girl replied, "Be my boyfriend." The boy thought she was joking or her roommate sent her QQ message, because he had never encountered such a thing, he had never been in love before, and had never experienced such a thing. His heart was beating very fast, and His body remained motionless, and he silently returned to the past, then left QQ and put down his mobile phone. He closed his eyes and thought about how he felt.
The next day, the boys went to play with her after class as usual. She seemed a little angry and said angrily: Why did you log out of QQ so early last night? It turned off automatically, and she didn't pay much attention to it. She just whispered in his ear, "Will you be my boyfriend?" He nodded silently. After that, they talked more openly and extensively after class, and they also kissed each other.
They were in the same class, and they both silently told each other that they should at least talk about their high school love to the end. The boy seemed to be no longer as shy as before, because he loved her, so they talked as a relationship. A year later, when the second year of high school started, the girl didn’t come. He called countless times, but no one answered. What’s wrong with her? Why couldn’t he be contacted? We had a lot of fun together during the summer vacation. At that time, We are the happy ones.
One day later, he was sitting silently by the playground with his cell phone. Suddenly, the girl sent a text message. The girl said that her family was moving and it was far away from here. I begged, but it didn’t work. I know. You love me. From the day I confessed, I knew you would be good to me. Please forgive me for saying goodbye. When I knew my family was going to move, I invited you out to play. That was our last time. When we meet, I have too much reluctance, because I also like you very much. After reading this, he felt very uncomfortable and shed tears alone.
Time is the antidote to everything. Although he has her QQ and her mobile number on his mobile phone, he has never contacted him, and she has not contacted him. They know that they are no longer together. . He continued to finish high school here, and she finished high school elsewhere. She didn't tell him where she was going to move, she just wanted to enjoy him lightly. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 6
The pace of life is gradually accelerating, and we are one of the millions of pursuers. The sun keeps rising in the east and setting in the west every day, and our pace of learning is getting farther and farther. Looking back, I realize how long I have traveled and how many deep and shallow footprints I have left behind.
I often lament that the pace of life moves too fast, but I don’t know that I am also speeding up unknowingly; sometimes I feel tired from walking, too tired, and want to slow down my pace, but I never stop walking. Can't stop. If life keeps speeding up like this, how often can you really relax?
"The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will bloom again; the peach blossoms have faded, but they will bloom again. But, you smart one, tell me why our days are so different. What if it's gone forever? "Yes, some things can be lost again, but time can never be regained. ? "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." If you don't cherish it, it will only go away in vain. No matter how much money you have, what can you buy? Although money is useful, it can only bow its head helplessly in the face of time.
I often wonder, does time really fly so fast? But not everyone in the world feels the same way. Students who study hard all day long always complain that the vacation is too short and study is too long; idle people who have nothing to do all day always feel that time is too slow, when will they be able to do great things... People are rare in the seventies, and the years are passing by. A lot of things. Alas~
The summer passes and the cold comes, summer rains and autumn winds come; the sun and the moon alternate, and the world changes. After all, human time is limited, but it is precisely because of limitation that it is more thought-provoking. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 7
Childhood is beautiful and pure, and it is also the most yearning and happiest time in life. If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to the past and my carefree childhood.
My hometown holds many memories of my childhood. The kitchen is the place where happiness can come out. Since my hometown is located in a fishing village, the villagers have made a living from the sea, and fresh seafood is readily available. When I was still young, I always pestered my grandfather to give me a bowl of delicious seafood porridge. Because there are not too many seasonings, the light porridge brings out the umami flavor and makes people want to drink it.
Under the towering banyan tree in my hometown, there is a wicker chair, surrounded by seven-mile incense plants. It is my grandfather’s hard work, and it is also my grandfather’s little world in the afternoon. When I was a child, I was curious about everything. I would always look around my grandpa's huge bookcase, blinking with a pair of clear eyes. If I found any interesting books, I would ask my grandpa to take me to the banyan tree to read them. I explain. Under my grandfather's vivid interpretation, I completed my children's literary enlightenment. I remember when I was a kid, my favorite thing to listen to was the 108 stories of heroes in Water Margin.
Because I was a left-behind child, I spent my childhood with my grandfather, who was the person closest to me. Grandpa would always tell me stories about him, grandma and dad. Grandpa said that when he was a child, my father was always jumping up and down and could not do it contentedly. He and I were almost modeled after each other. He was like a monkey and couldn't stop. But when grandpa talks about grandma who died of illness, grandpa always gets wet in his eyes and chokes with sobs. Whenever this happens, I will tell grandpa, be good, don’t cry, don’t cry, let’s go buy candies later. Grandpa also smiled when he heard what I said.
Sometimes, grandpa needs to go out to do some errands, and he doesn’t trust me to leave my naughty me at home, so he entrusts me to a neighbor. My neighbor is a grandma, and she has a granddaughter named Shen Luo.
I heard from my neighbor’s grandma that Shenluo got such a name because their family is closely related to the sea. Shen Luo has become my childhood playmate.
Death will eventually come to everyone. When I was seven years old, I went to primary school. From then on, grandpa coughed every day, had difficulty walking, and gradually lay in bed. Until one day, grandpa closed his eyes, waved his hand, and left this world. My grandfather's death was the biggest regret of my childhood.
Thinking about it, tears flowed down my face. It would be great if we could turn back time. Time composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 8
Some people say that time is like a thick book. If you find the chapter that belongs to you, you can see all the past that happened to you. After savoring it carefully, you will also find that your life is so colorful, it is really like a unique novel.
Some people say that time is like an endless piece of cloth, and everyone’s story is embroidered on it with a long embroidery needle and colorful silk threads. Look, the flowers are so delicate, the grass is so vast, the lake is so clear... and the people on the cloth are so lively and beautiful.
I think time is like a beach with sunshine, the golden sand is sparkling, and every grain represents every little thing we have done in our lives. I like to walk barefoot on the beach, and from time to time I bend down to pick up a "stone", wrap it tightly with both hands, and slowly bring it close to my chest, letting it blend with the sound of my heartbeat. Do you know why sea water is salty? Because it is the tears shed by a person throughout his life, whether it is sadness or joy.
I couldn't refuse the invitation of high temperature, so I got up early, ignored the pleas and pleas of the quilt and mat, stretched myself and walked out of the room, leaving only a handsome back.
After washing, I sat on a chair, facing a pot of thriving lucky bamboo placed on the balcony. I couldn't help but reach out and play with it gently. The sunlight was finally not blocked by the white clouds. It slanted down from a high place, passed through the obstruction of the window, and shone on the lucky bamboo. Perhaps because of the warm environment and free massage, the Lucky Bamboo shook its leaves, seeming to respond to me, and became more upright again.
At this time, my sister came in and saw me "crushing" the lucky bamboo. Before I could say anything, she hurried over and pushed me to the right, ignoring my surprised look. , arms wrapped around the lucky bamboo. Looking at her fighting me, her eyes seemed to say: "I didn't expect you to be such a person." I felt very innocent and defended myself: "Hey, hey, where are you thinking? I'm like that." "Human?" I said as I walked towards her, wanting to tell her what happened in detail. As a result, she looked at my actions with a look of horror on her face, then without saying a word she picked up the lucky bamboo and ran away, shouting as she ran outside: "Ahhh! Dad! My sister is going to pull out the new 'little bamboo' you bought." It's still one by one! Wow! Help..."
Uh... I raised my head in embarrassment and muttered: "I don't know her, I don't know her. She...poof! Hahaha..." I feel very helpless for having such a sister, but this is the cuteness of children, isn't it?
There are children in the family who make innocent jokes and become happy in the eyes of everyone. This is also an act of growth.
"My... God, okay, so cold." My teeth kept chattering, making me unable to speak clearly. This made me shrink my head and close my eyes involuntarily. Gather clothes. Isn’t it enough to wear three pieces? Wear a few more and I'll be a ball! "Alas..." I sighed, but no one asked why. There was only a ball of hot air floating in the air, and then disappeared, unwilling to stay. My hands, which were red from the cold, were still exposed to the cold air and even turned blue and purple. They must be angry! But they had to hold on to the mop handle and drag the podium clean. This was a task they had to complete. "Whoa-whoa-" Suddenly, the icy and violent cold wind blew violently, scraping my exposed skin. So cold! So cold! "Boom!" The thunder sounded like tens of thousands of soldiers rushing towards the battlefield, roaring at the top of their lungs, as if they were about to shatter the whole world. "Brush la la -" It's raining, and the rain is pouring down, which makes me worry that water will form on the rostrum and it will be difficult to wipe it dry.
“Tsk!” I frowned, thinking that I was going to be soaked in the rain for a week, which made me unhappy, but I still put on my hat and walked to the edge of the rostrum with a mop in the rain.
Because there is a row of trees behind the rostrum. The tree dropped many leaves in the violent wind and rain, and most of them were blown to the rostrum. The brown and yellow leaves fell on the white tiles, making them inconspicuous. So, I took the mop, which had become heavier due to absorbing water, and kept mopping, twisting, dragging, and twisting again...
"Dick, tick - tick, tick -" The rain stopped. , the only sound left in the air was the sound of raindrops sliding down the leaves and falling into puddles. Compared with the previous bombardment, this sound was simply the sound of nature! After my unremitting efforts, there was finally not a fallen leaf on the rostrum. I looked at the results of my hard work and couldn't help but smile. I was very proud that I persisted. But when I turned around, I found that the flag-raising platform was covered with fallen leaves. Was there a fallen leaf dance? Oh no, it's more like the crowds at the market. I continued to smile, but it was not the happy smile at first, but a bitter smile. I really wanted to shout to the sky: "Is it easy for me?"
Perseverance is a virtue, but I am happy that you persisted When you do something, please look back first to see if you have missed anything. On the way to growth, there will always be one thing that makes you bear the consequences of being proud. It is a feeling of falling from the clouds into a mud puddle. So don't be happy so early.
Looking back now, I really miss the past time very much, no matter how helpless I was at the time. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 9
In the break between studies and the free time at work. As long as these "fragmented" time are combined together, it will become a "very long" time. But I think: the best time of the day is the "lunch break", so I will tell you about my "lunch break time" next.
"Ring bell" The lunch break bell rang on time. It's time to eat! My belly, which had been flagging the "empty city strategy" for a long time, finally had a "support force". Some students were handing out chopsticks; some were handing out steamed buns; some were handing out rice; and some were having a conversation. In this way, the whole class fell into "chaos". At this time the teacher walked in, and the whole class "brushed!" and became quiet. After the meal was distributed, the whole class was enjoying the meal, and of course I was too. There was also a TV series on the big screen in front: "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
After lunch, everyone did their own thing: hanging out, doing homework, reading, etc. What about me? First I took out my Chinese language book, and then I took out a notebook. I believe everyone knows that I want to write ancient poems by myself, right? I silently wrote the ancient poem with which I was least familiar: "Viewing the Harvested Wheat". The result was so wrong that it was "unrecognizable". Later, I continued to write it again, and the mistakes gradually became less and less. This time, I made three mistakes, and the ancient poem was finished.
Let’s start practicing calligraphy. My calligraphy skills are average. I got a “B” in the “Calligraphy Pass” two days ago, so I need to improve my calligraphy. I also practice calligraphy at noon every day, and today I also There are no exceptions. The characters I practice include: "Yu", "文", "Shuo", and "说". Practice until nap.
When nap time came, I had to put away my calligraphy practice book and had to sleep with it.
This is my "lunch break time". call! Leisurely, this is really a wonderful "noon time"!
Please cherish your time. A short lunch break is enough to review an ancient poem, practice four words, and take a short nap.
Remember: "Don't wait too long, it's easy." Young head, so sad!"