Junior high school students' composition 1
The Spring Festival in 2020 is less lively and more deserted; Less reunion, more separation. A sudden epidemic disrupted our life rhythm, and our city was pressed the pause button. Looking out of my window, all the traffic and people on the road disappeared, even the birds that greeted me every morning disappeared, and spring was blocked from every door.
Mom and dad pay attention to the development of the epidemic every day, and their faces are getting heavier and heavier. Before the end of the Spring Festival, my mother's work phone number increased. My mother is a policeman. She told me that many of her comrades-in-arms have gone to different anti-epidemic fronts: some of them are in charge of traffic checkpoints, some are in charge of road service picketing, and some are stationed in hospitals ... Among them, there is an uncle I know whose wife is a nurse in the central hospital, and they have a two-year-old daughter. In order to work with peace of mind, I had to leave this lovely baby at home.
My mother also told me that due to the development of the epidemic, it is also possible for her to go to the hospital where fever patients are treated intensively and take part in the duty task, so that I can be prepared to study at home alone. This day will come soon. I can't help but worry when I watch my mother disappear outside the door in police uniform. I'm worried that my mother will catch the virus. But without them, who will protect the peace of this city? Thinking of this, I feel a little proud. Slowly, I got used to the life without my mother.
In this city, there are many "retrograde people" like my mother and her comrades. They are doctors who heal the wounded and rescue the dying, volunteers who deliver living materials to the community, and community workers who are stationed at the entrance and exit of the community ... They have helped us build a series of safety protection walls to protect the well-being of the city.
Now, our city has been opened. Cars and cars on the road are back to the past, and the park is full of people in twos and threes. Every morning, when I hear birds chirping, my life returns to normal, and spring really comes.
Thanks to the retrograde people who silently contributed in this epidemic, they are like a group of angels, escorting us into this unforgettable spring!
Junior high school students' composition II
Butterflies cry, too, you know?
Seeing "Butterflies Cry" written in "Butterflies Cry", I suddenly found that poetic butterflies are also sad. Since ancient times, butterflies have wandered between the lines like beautiful fairies, and there are countless poems about butterflies.
However, in today's dusty world, it is difficult to see many colorful butterflies dancing in the grass. Yunnan is the kingdom of butterflies. It is said that there are the most kinds of butterflies in the world. Yunnan has a wonderful natural landscape. In some areas, the snow-capped peaks in the alpine zone and the tropical rain forest in the valley zone coexist in time and space, and it has a rare "three-dimensional climate" outside. Dali butterfly is like a world treasure given to Yunnan by the creator. But now there are no butterflies in butterfly spring. Due to a large number of pesticides, air pollution and deforestation, the annual "Butterfly Festival" there has been cancelled forever.
One of the great discoveries of "developing tourism resources" now is to catch butterflies and make them into specimens for sale. Manufacturers proudly announced that we have plenty of resources, there are many kinds of butterflies, and butterflies are the most beautiful. The news was published on the front page of a local newspaper with a large sales volume. This news is shocking, because people will not mourn for the dead butterfly. They seem determined to destroy all the butterflies there. What a free life butterflies are. They have colorful wings, but these beautiful wings ruined their lives. When a live butterfly is nailed to a thick board by a cold nail, people don't care that the result of destroying nature is to destroy human beings themselves. They just need money.
In my eyes, the butterfly flying freely is the most beautiful, and the butterfly nailed to the board has lost its freedom and life and is no longer beautiful. Here, in the rich land of our ancient civilization, butterflies are indeed crying, and crying and death will come irretrievably.
Butterflies that have bred in this beautiful land for generations may be crying for their endangered situation. Please take care of the natural environment and let butterflies fly and multiply in this beautiful and magical land.
Let the butterfly stop crying! Don't make humans cry!
Junior high school students' composition 3
The mountains in my hometown are continuous. From a distance, it flies like a winding dragon. From a close distance, it looks like a mountain peak, some like a camel, some like a lion, and some like a pen container. It's beautiful.
Every spring, there are lush pine trees everywhere, green crowns are full of vitality, and bundles of needles are swaying in the spring breeze; All kinds of birds jump back and forth between branches and sing tactfully, which makes people fondle it; The tree is full of all kinds of flowers, red as blood and white as powder, with strings of wisteria hanging all over the branches, and many unknown wild flowers. I saw them stretching their waists and holding their heads high, scrambling to be in full bloom, colorful and competing for beauty. Although they are not as fresh and delicate as peony, they have the unique vitality, fragrance and pride of wild flowers. They decorated the mountains of their hometown with their own little beauty and gave everything they had selflessly to the earth. Crowds of bees in the flowers, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs.
Walking along the mountain path, you will smell a strong fragrance, which is intoxicating and refreshing. You don't have to walk far to hear the sound of "ding dong ding dong" It can be guessed that the water at this source is crystal clear, and even the sand at the bottom can be seen clearly; Follow the sound of water, and you will see the mysterious lake in the secluded mountain-Jade Lake. Actually, I don't know what this lake is called, but I think it is as green as jade, so I named it "Jade Lake".
The lake is round and looks like a big emerald embedded in the mountains from a distance. A few more steps, you will reach the bamboo shoot kingdom-the depths of the bamboo forest. It is more attractive here, because the leaves of bamboo are green and green, and the posture will bring endless reverie, which makes people full of pride and refreshing. Look, this bamboo stands upright at the door of the kingdom. Can you guess what this bamboo is for? Yes, it's a soldier. It is stationed in the castle of the kingdom. Then this bamboo is bending down to perform "peacock dance" for the prince! When the breeze blows slowly, bamboo will dance. If you have a bird's eye view, you will feel that these bamboos are like waves on a raging sea.
Go ahead and you will find a green tea garden. From a distance, it looks like a green ocean and a green carpet. At close range, it looks like a long green dragon winding on the mountainside and rolling like a green wave. The tea-picking girls are all in high spirits. They tied their schoolbags around their waist, their dexterous hands began to bow left and right, and their light fingers bounced up and down, flying up and down like butterflies, as if playing the piano. The green trees set off a handsome figure and formed a beautiful and moving picture.
I am intoxicated with this wonderful picture! I love you! The mountain in my hometown, I will take root with you forever in this land rich in human resources in vast expanse!
Junior high school students' composition 4
Autumn is the harvest season, and it is the golden season. The endless rice is bent, and a large number of fruit trees are covered with big fruits, which makes people happy and fascinated. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, and white clouds float in the autumn blue sky like dancing butterflies and colorful dragonflies. Autumn may be hidden in green grass or in flowing tomatoes.
Look! Oranges in the orchard look like golden lanterns hanging from the treetops from a distance. Look at the orange tree again. There are many large and small oranges hidden in the leaves. The colors of oranges are cyan and yellow. Very cute and charming. I picked a golden orange, peeled it off, and saw something white on its petals. I broke two pieces and put them in my mouth. It's sour and sweet in one bite. It's delicious! I believe oranges make people want to eat. Ah! Autumn is hidden in oranges.
Suddenly, the autumn wind blows gently and the whole person feels very comfortable. The red sorghum in the rice field lit up the earth like fire, and the earth immediately put on lux clothes. Autumn has come, and the leaves on the trees are falling and spinning. Like dancing leaves. Look! Miss Qiu came to the stadium again. The tall corn was so happy that she changed into a golden suit and opened her mouth to show her golden teeth. Mr. Gao Liang blushed when he saw Miss Qiu. How intoxicating!
Look! Autumn water is clear and clean. The fish and shrimp in the water are jumping freely, as if enjoying the happiness of autumn. The ripe fruit in the field is the best reward for the farmer's uncle. Tractors are busy harvesting in the fields and running back and forth on the roads! Although tired, the joy of harvest is unabashedly revealed. Children are happier. They take some leaves as specimens, or fly kites, or pick up brushes to turn the beautiful scenery in front of them into permanent memories. There are endless stories. ...
Autumn is a fruitful season, and the orchard in autumn is like a wonderful poem written by a poet, "There are people deep in the white clouds and far away in the cold mountains. Stop and sit in the love maple forest, and the frost Ye Fei will open in February. " The orange tree in autumn is like a melody. The orange orchard in autumn is more like a colorful painting. ...
I love autumn, and I love the orange orchard in autumn.
Junior high school students' composition 5
Time, like an unfrozen river in South Africa, has been flowing, and many things will fade away in my mind, but one thing will never fade away in my heart, because it is ordinary, simple and deeply touched me.
It was a summer morning, my father and I went out to buy food, and my grandmother was alone at home. Just as we were about to go out, my father didn't worry about grandma's health, so he went back and asked, "mom, you broke your hip." Can you stay at home alone? " Grandma's hand trembled a little, and she lay in bed and said, "I'm fine." I fell the other day. Well raised. Go shopping! " ""well, pay attention, we're leaving. " "well. "
So we left. It's okay. A "big event" happened at home. After visiting the vegetable market for a while, we went home. When the key was inserted in the door, I vaguely heard some complaints. Dad decided that something was wrong at home and quickly opened the door and entered grandma's room. "Oh," it smells terrible. There is a peculiar smell in the air, which stimulates my brain. When I saw it again, I was shocked by what I saw. Grandma has a lot of feces on the quilt, sheets and even the floor. It turned out that grandma had taken laxatives for many days because of long-term constipation, and it had no effect at all. Who knows, we just went out for a while and then something happened. Because grandma broke her hip recently, she can't go to the toilet. In the past, my father used a bedpan to pick up every stool. Who would have thought that grandma would excrete after this constipation, but it was when we were not at home. Grandma seems to have no choice, so she solved it in bed. Grandma saw us coming back and said anxiously, "What's the matter? I have caused trouble to my family again, I am sorry. " She continued to wipe with paper towels, and the result was more and more serious, and she did something bad with good intentions. Dad calmly comforted grandma: "Oh, it's okay, Mom, I don't blame you. Don't move, I'll clean it up for you. " Clean up? I can't believe that my father doesn't eat anything I bite at ordinary times, and he doesn't hesitate at this time. Dad did as he said, put a plastic bag on his hand and wiped grandma's feces with paper towels and water first. But on the way, dad couldn't help coughing and spitting, which was obviously disgusting. Even so, dad tried to continue cleaning, then wiped the floor and sheets in the same way and threw the waste paper into the black plastic bag. Suddenly, dad threw up. I know it is caused by physiological reaction, but repeated vomiting and dry cough can't stop his filial piety. Finally, he personally rubbed his grandmother's clothes, sheets and quilts. The pain and tiredness had long been forgotten. I asked my father why it was not too dirty. Father smiled and said, "What is this? Children have the obligation to serve the elderly. It is not easy for my parents to support me. I just try my best, afraid of suffering and fatigue. " Dad poured delicious washing powder, but he also washed my heart. I was moved by my father, helping to carry water, clean up and help my grandmother put on new clothes and sheets. Looking at her satisfied smile, my father and I also smiled happily.
Although it has been a long time, it has left an indelible memory in my mind. A capital word "filial piety" is deeply rooted in my heart. It is not as sweet as meeting a lover, nor as beautiful as a fairy tale, but it is the truest, most sincere and most touching virtue, which makes people deeply moved. ...