Footprint junior high school composition 1 Time can change everything. The once solid stone bridge will now become broken walls, and the once flat avenue will now become a bumpy road. Only those deep footprints, still silently watching the vicissitudes of life.
Life is a long journey, and many people will go forward regardless of everything, leaving a string of footprints behind them. I'm going to say no to these, and I'm going backwards. Walking backwards, you can see your footprints-the scenery that was once forgotten.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of parting. Once we were classmates studying, once we had fun, once we had a storm. Parting days, sparse raindrops, so ruthlessly hit our faces. We are still so stubborn that we never say goodbye. In this way, we all turned our backs and walked in the direction where there was no intersection. Leaving only the tears of raindrops. At that moment, it was confusion.
Walking backwards, I saw mature footprints. Once upon a time, I learned to think and think about the true meaning of life; Once upon a time, I learned to understand and understand the warmth of the world; Once upon a time, I learned to taste, taste love and hate; Once upon a time, I learned to feel, feel the joys and sorrows ... when I realized that these were signs of maturity, that moment was a surprise.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of happiness. Happiness does not need too many reasons. Walking quietly through the street with your companions is happiness; It is happy to enjoy the moon with my family on the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Happiness is just plain, without gorgeous words and incisive language, only a little peace and peace of mind. I found that I had happiness, and I left happy footprints. At that moment, it was beautiful
Deep footprints, deep footprints. Footprints are on the road of life, and the road of life is condensed in a series of footprints. From these footprints, we can see different scenery and find the most beautiful one.
Footprint junior high school composition 2 Lu Xun said, "What is the road? It has never been trampled where there is no road, and it has been opened up where there are only thorns. "
Ups and downs, I have gone through 15 spring and autumn, and I have stepped on a shallow mark. Along the way, there are dandelions flying all over the sky, lighthouses found in the vast sea, a glimmer of light in the dark, and gorgeous rainbows after the storm.
Looking back suddenly, I thought about the lost years with my heart, trying to find some shallow footprints from the vague memory. ......
Growing up, I won the third prize in the composition competition for the first time.
I got the erhu grading certificate for the first time.
Won the title of "Little Calligrapher" for the first time.
Won the honor of "little painter" for the first time.
I won the badge of "Little English Expert" for the first time.
The first time is many, many, and every beautiful first time will become a beautiful flower, full of fragrance on the way to growth.
15 years old, an age full of curiosity and fantasy about the future. The future is unknown to us. But a bright future definitely requires us to move forward step by step, leaving a trail of growth on this road.
Footprint junior high school composition 3 On a wall in the west of the school, there is a wall quietly crawling with ivy. It is my friend and my role model.
I always like to see my friends after school. Every time you approach, you will shine at the moment. Refined red is like a burning flame, with playful green in it, but not rustic at all. Layer upon layer, crowded, a pair of hands dancing to meet me, set off a wave of red leaves. Bright red, bright red, as if painted with a layer of bright makeup on the gray wall, very vivid and bright. This eyeful of Parthenocissus tricuspidata, like a word "dream" written by a great calligrapher, is strong and powerful.
This friend's hair is straight, messy and orderly, with "heart shape" and "hand shape" Look carefully, this hair is dyed in several colors! Red and green Rayna Sue, red represents spring, green represents summer, yellow represents autumn, and purple represents winter. This is the season when Parthenocissus tricuspidata walks.
Parthenocissus can climb the wall because of its feet. Clusters of filaments on the stem are its feet, and there are small disks on the feet, which stick to the wall like suckers. Don't look at the big suction on these little feet! You can't tear it off without hard work!
Parthenocissus tricuspidata-my friend, it dreams of going up and having a wider sky, and its dream has also been integrated into my dream, which makes me work harder!
The road of life is very long, with endless setbacks and hardships. We must overcome all obstacles before we can walk across the sun and look back. Those deep footprints are still lying quietly on the road. That's a historical review. This is the record, this is the glory. In the footprints left by the past, there are successes, failures, rises and hesitations ... but the deep footprints and the life we have passed are an immortal wealth in life.
Deep and rugged footprints.
The road of life is very long, with endless setbacks and hardships. Under the sunlight, you can clearly see the dark bones and muscles of the earth. There is a rugged mountain road ahead. The wise man told me that beyond the mountain is the sea, the sun and hope. However, in the hot summer, I finally gave up and gave up the other side of the distance. But in the opposite direction, I see a clear stream in front of me, sad, it's a mirage. Fortunately, in the end, I pulled back from the brink, re-entered the battle and embarked on a long journey. Step on the deep footprints of the past. I was lucky, but I didn't know that the other side of the mirage was a bottomless abyss, and the devil inside didn't succeed. That series of uneven deep footprints always inspires me. The other side of happiness is just ahead, and my future can't be ruined by the interests next to it. This is my eternal alarm.
Deep footprints send me success.
After several years of spring and autumn, I finally saw the oasis and my mind was released. I'm crazy, but I'm still rational. I was surprised, but I was calm. Deep footprints tell me, don't stop, the desert is chasing you, you must move forward, or it will repeat itself. I pulled myself together, armed myself with all my might and vowed never to look back. I firmly believe that there will be a bigger oasis in front of me, and that is the end of my feet.
More than ten years have passed, and my footprints are with me, deeply reflected in my mind, inspiring me, accompanying me when I am depressed, and always being my strongest backing when I am frustrated. Looking back, deep footprints are smiling at me …
Footprints A series of footprints are like colorful shells, including red, yellow, brown and so on. It is also like a plate of delicious dishes, with sour, sweet and astringent footprints growing with you and inseparable.
The footprints are brown and a little sour. This is not a good day. It's raining cats and dogs, and raindrops are as big as soybeans, knocking on the windows of the house. The meal has been cooked at home, waiting for my father who works outside. At that time, my stomach was already screaming with hunger, but my mother was wandering around the house with a sad face, looking at the window for a while and watching the clock for a while as if waiting for something. There was a burst of footsteps outside, and my mother went straight to the door without saying a word. I saw my father soaking wet like a drowned rat. I happened to see my father holding something in his hand-a lollipop. Suddenly, I felt a little sour. "Here you are, son," my father said huskily. "I-I-"I'm a little speechless. Inadvertently, I saw my father's muddy footprints outside the door.
Footprints are golden yellow with a little sweetness. I was always curious about the world when I was a child. My parents took me to the seaside to play. Seeing the soft sand, my hands itched a little and I began to play. I piled sand together and designed a castle. Then I stepped on it and shouted, "Haha, I razed the castle to the ground. I am the best. " I shouted as I ran, and the sea breeze hit me as if to encourage me. My heart is sweet, as if I had eaten a nest of honey The sunset glow shines on the sea as if it were plated with gold. There are still my footprints on the castle I leveled. Under the irradiation of the sunset glow, the footprints have changed color and turned into gold, like gold.
On the road of life, many ups and downs will happen to you. Every day's footprints have different meanings. The existence of footprints records all kinds of things about you.
Footprint 6 Pessimists always like to put every happy footprint on the beach and carve every painful footprint on a stone. Over time, the footprints on the beach have disappeared without a trace, but the footprints on the stone are still clearly visible. So pessimism will always surround such a person, and he will often lose his mind. Such a person may be gray all his life.
Optimists always like to carve their happy footprints on trees; Carve your sad footprints on the ice every time. Over time, the footprints carved on the ice disappeared, but the footprints carved on the tree have been expanding. So he will usher in greater happiness, intoxicated and immersed in the happiness of the past and the future. Such a person may be happy all his life.
But I don't like to carve happy footprints on trees, I don't like to carve sadness on ice, and I don't like to carve happiness on the beach and sadness on stones. In my opinion, footprints are only the testimony of happiness, sadness, success, joy or any kind of emotion. They only represent the past, not the present and not the future. Therefore, I will add some happy sand to my sad footprints to soothe my inner sadness; It will also sprinkle a handful of bitter salt in the footprints of happiness, so that the mind can learn to be calm in excitement.
More often, I don't like to always pay attention to my footprints. I think that a person who always pays attention to his footprints will always live in the past. This kind of person's eyes are more often just staring at the road he has traveled, and whether the road ahead is rugged or flat, bumpy or straight and smooth, he can't predict and can't face it. He just wants to recall the past, but he simply can't understand those distractions and can't grasp the future. It's like walking backwards on the beach.
For me, I don't know what my life will be like in the future. No matter how bumpy and rugged the next road is, I will raise my head, face up to the front, move forward bravely and confidently, and leave my footprints.
Footprint junior high school composition 7 Winter has gone and spring has come, and I have spent almost fourteen spring and autumn in this world. More than thirteen years ago, I was born and shouted out my first voice in my life. Since then, countless happiness has come to me, and I have chosen the train to happiness.
Happiness and people always pass by, and I learned how to seize happiness and not let it flow away in vain. I remember the first time I entered junior high school, I felt strange, a little scared and a little happy. I am afraid that I will be bullied in this strange world. I am glad to make more new friends in this place. They will protect me. Sure enough, I met my good friend soon after I entered school. We all help each other and enjoy ourselves all day.
Sometimes when the exam results are not ideal, I will comfort myself: I didn't do well this time, and I will work hard next time. As long as I get good grades in the senior high school entrance examination and even the college entrance examination, it is far from us. Don't pay too much attention to the monthly exam once or twice. As long as I have 1% wisdom and 99% sweat, I will succeed!
In my life, I met many setbacks. I'm not afraid. I firmly believe that others can't do what I can't do, and others may not be able to do what I do. I am optimistic about life, so I live happily.
Life is one step at a time, and every step is filled with happiness. More than thirteen kinds of happiness are filled with spring and autumn.
Footprints 8 Everyone's footprints are small at birth, but as we grow up day by day, each of us grows unconsciously, which is a record of our growth.
Usually, we may not pay much attention to our footprints: when we walk on the beach, we will leave deep or shallow footprints; Trekking on the winding mountain road will leave curved or straight footprints; When people stumble on the ridge, they can leave footprints of different shades; In the snowy season, people walk on the snow carefully, step by step, and many footprints are intertwined, as if drawing a huge picture. ...
The same is true of our study, starting with Pinyin, step by step, laying a solid foundation for the future.
Nobel lost his brother and father to invent explosives, but he turned grief into strength and walked with difficulty step by step. In the end, he not only achieved success, but also accumulated rich wealth and established the world-famous "Nobel Prize".
The road taken by predecessors is undoubtedly a fortune. I hope my footprints can follow the track left by them and smoothly move towards a better tomorrow!
Footprints can be history, and the goal is ahead. Please think twice about how to leave footprints on the road of life.
Footprints junior high school composition 9 grows, leaving a string of footprints. I don't know if the road will leave a bright smile at the end, because the road to growth is not smooth.
Like mushrooms after rain, I am growing quietly.
Year after year, I have gone through thirteen spring and autumn periods and thousands of days and nights. In retrospect, there was too much helplessness and too much happiness and tolerance on the road to growth.
Is it necessary to be hypocritical when you grow up? I once lit red candles on countless cold rainy nights and asked myself. It is raining outside the window. If the moon can cry, then these rains must be her tears. When the red candle burns out, the edges and corners of my growth will disappear, and I will become mediocre, and finally float away like a feather, unnoticed. Thought of here, my heart is sour and astringent, just like the taste of green olives.
"As long as my mother laughs, I am happiest." Someone asked me when I was happiest, and I answered. I learned to rebel when other children were sensible. When other students were against their parents, I began to try to be a good daughter. When other parents frowned for their children, I got my mother's smiling face. Sometimes when my mother calls me a silly girl, I laugh, so does my mother, and mother and daughter laugh together. Many years later, I opened the album of youth again, which was my happiest page. Perhaps at that time, acidity and sadness have already become small illustrations and bookmarks, because only happiness is the most eternal.
One of the great gains on the road to growth is to learn tolerance. Others knocked off my stationery and silently picked it up with a smile. Someone else soiled my clothes and said "it doesn't matter" calmly. Tolerance is a kind of beauty and tolerance is a kind of love. Only tolerance can have a healthy electrocardiogram, only tolerance can have a beautiful passport, and only a tolerant society can be more harmonious.
Looking into the distance, the road ahead is really long. Look up at the sky and listen to your jointing voice quietly. Look back gently and look at your footprints. I am growing up.
Footprint junior high school composition 10 youth is an inspiring triumph, shouting is a word, struggle is a song, and struggle is the main theme.
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It is often said that the most unforgettable thing in slow life is not the ignorance of childhood or the ease of old age, but the youth who once sweated and struggled hard. Who says not? How can we not forget the courage to do, dare to fight, and go forward without fear?
We, honest young people, are blooming flowers. Wouldn't it be a great time if we didn't show our most beautiful selves in the spring of flowers? In this era of high blood, only sweat can irrigate the successful grassland, and only hard work can achieve the best of yourself.
Everyone's youth will have a hard-working self, perhaps to achieve proud results; Perhaps it is to make your future more secure; Perhaps it is to realize the value of life; Maybe ... whatever their goal is, their choice is the same-struggle.
Leave a trail of struggle in life, so that the future self will not regret the original mediocrity; Leaving a trail of struggle in your life can make your life full and happy. The footprint of struggle is deep or shallow, but it will never be denied. Your efforts deserve everyone's respect.
Fight hard, boy! When you are confused and don't know where to go, only hard work is the beacon. We must firmly believe that the life we have worked hard will always produce the most beautiful flowers, and the life we have worked hard will always radiate more dazzling light.
Footprint junior high school composition 1 1 winter goes and spring comes. I spent almost 10 spring and autumn in this world. More than 9 years ago, I was born and shouted the first sound of my life. Since then, countless happiness has come to me, and I have chosen the train to happiness.
Happiness and people always pass by, and I learned how to seize happiness and not let it flow away in vain. I remember the first time I entered junior high school, I felt strange, a little scared and a little happy. I am afraid that I will be bullied in this strange world. I am glad to make more new friends in this place. They will protect me. Sure enough, I met my good friend soon after I entered school. We all help each other and enjoy ourselves all day.
Sometimes when the exam results are not ideal, I will comfort myself: I didn't do well this time, and I will work hard next time. As long as I get good grades in the senior high school entrance examination and even the college entrance examination, it is far from us. Don't pay too much attention to the monthly exam once or twice. As long as I have 1% wisdom and 99% sweat, I will succeed!
In my life, I met many setbacks. I'm not afraid. I firmly believe that others can't do what I can't do, and others may not be able to do what I do. I am optimistic about life, so I live happily.
Life is one step at a time, and every step is full of happiness, nine spring and autumn periods and nine kinds of happiness.
Footprint junior high school composition 12 "The evening breeze blows gently in Penghu Bay, white waves chase the beach, and there is no coconut grove falling in the sunset, just a sea blue."
In the classroom, our songs echoed for a long time.
The clock of time began to turn back and stopped that afternoon.
In Monday's music class, we learned Grandma's Penghu Bay. Everyone heard us, so we sang loudly without learning at all. However, we also played a little joke on Mr. Wang:
"Night wind gently blows Penghu Bay" ready! "Everyone is singing loudly and neatly:" The evening breeze blows on Penghu Bay "is ready-get up!" Then everyone laughed their heads off. People who don't know think that people in our class are possessed! On the podium, Mr. Wang looked at us in distress situation. The second time, everyone sang obediently. Although there are a few "reactionaries" who intend to "rebel", they have to sing seriously under the pressure of the concerted efforts of Qi Xin and Qi Xin. After everyone sang it several times, Teacher Wang showed us a music video. The grandmother in the animation has wrinkles all over her face, just like bitter gourd. Her eyes are almost invisible, and her feet are many times bigger than her grandchildren. Two pairs of footprints are put together, just like a little rabbit standing next to an elephant. Everyone laughed so hard that their stomachs ached and their faces cramped, but they still kept their mouths shut.
I smiled. In the dim light, I saw a kind old woman walking on the beach holding Sun Xiao's hand, leaving a trail of footprints.
Footprint junior high school composition 13 In my life, I have a beautiful family, a hardworking father and mother, a beautiful sister, and a simple and intelligent me.
My mother not only let me study hard, but also let me practice the piano.
After six years of primary school, I was happy and tired. At every commendation meeting, the teacher gave me awards, and my heart was full of joy. This is my progress. I have made progress during my study, and I have won three prizes, all of which are excellent players. These awards are full of sadness and bitterness.
In the time of practicing piano, from the elementary level to the ninth level, I was awarded an honorary certificate every time I passed the exam, until I finished practicing.
During my junior high school life, I didn't do well in the entrance exam and the first monthly exam. From the lessons and mistakes of these two exams, I began to study hard. As a result, I got my wish and got into the fifth place, but politics was the second from the bottom of my class. The teacher asked my parents to give me an award. I am very happy!
The second monthly exam, with the best history, is 6 1.
The countdown to the final exam is only two days to review. Study hard and get good grades, even if you are two or three ahead. Come on!
Footprint junior high school composition 14 The road to growth is not easy. Only down-to-earth can leave deep footprints.
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The fastest time must be time. Twelve years have passed quickly, just like late autumn suddenly entering winter, and like a gust of wind, the scratches of those years are always written on the face. ...
In midsummer, the sun is just right. The sun shines on the sea, scattering thousands of broken gold, and several white sails float with the waves in the distance. Come to the seaside to pick up shells with my parents. I sometimes squat down and sometimes stand up, just like a bird foraging, sometimes east and sometimes west. However, the good times did not last long. Just as I was about to climb over the reef to pick up a new shell, my foot slipped and my body tilted, and my knee hit the reef and rubbed a hole. A sharp pain spread all over the body, and blood slowly oozed along the wound.
At this point, the wound on my knee is grinning at me. Still picking it up? I hesitated. Never give up! Stubborn, I gritted my teeth and crossed the reef, and finally got the shell. The sun shines on my body, warm and comfortable, and the pain gradually disappears.
John, an American writer, said, "It's not terrible to fall, but it's terrible not to stand up." Although I was injured, it was my most unforgettable summer. There is pain in memory, but more joy! Because there are my brave footprints on the beach.
The so-called growth is to force you to stumble and get hurt and stumble and be strong.
In life, as long as you pay, it is growth. Even if the footprints are deep and shallow, it is a happy song!
Footprint junior high school composition 15 Winter morning is the most beautiful time in a season. The fog fills the air, and the feathery fog flows slowly and floats lightly. I can't see anything clearly beyond dozens of steps, and the sky seems to be integrated with the earth.
It often snows. As long as it snows, the scenery is simply indescribable. A gust of wind blew and a layer of mist dispersed on the horizon. The fog is getting thicker and thicker. After a while, it began to snow like white flowers, first scattered and gradually getting bigger and bigger. The falling snow, flying gently, dances like a silver butterfly and falls naughtily on the clothes, headscarves and eyebrows of pedestrians. If you catch this little flower, it will immediately become a small drop of water, crystal clear and spotless, and you will feel cool and comfortable.
When the sun came out, the houses and trees were covered with a layer of snow, and the snowflakes were shining silver. Wan has become a world wrapped in silver. I stepped on the snow and made a squeaking sound, leaving a string of clear footprints behind me. As soon as the wind blows, the beautiful silver bars and snowballs on the tree "rustle", and the jade-like snow foam flutters with the wind, reflecting the morning sunshine and being colorful. At this time. The children began to make snowmen and throw snowballs.
In 2008, the first "floating" snow fell, and when I saw Xiaobai falling from the air, I cried excitedly. Those whites quietly fall on my hair tips, on my shoulders, and on the road ahead of me. ...
The first snow this year is so beautiful, I don't know if I heard my inner longing, longing for its arrival, and finally left a good memory for 20xx.
I like snow since I was a child, and I like it for no reason. Maybe it's the pure white earth after loving snow, maybe it's a city that suddenly becomes silent after loving snow, maybe it's a long string of deep and shallow footprints that you can see when you look back after loving snow. ...
I'm really glad I didn't miss it. It is rare to see a piece of white in a dream.
Xiaobai has become a floating goose feather, and her mouth unconsciously rises. I really hope this moment can last. ...