The autumn wind blows, and we have started school. Facing the new semester, we are nervous and looking forward to it, and we are also nervous and a little scared. The following is the "Composition of about 600 words for the beginning of school in autumn (selected 4 articles)" compiled by me for everyone. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. Chapter 1: A composition about 600 words for the beginning of the school year. Autumn
It is the beginning of the school year again. When I was still in the chaos of the transition period, I entered the familiar classroom. Compared with the previous semester, I Some are riding a tiger and it’s hard to get off.
I still remember the first monthly exam in junior high school, which was a mess. At that time, I wanted to give up, but I was afraid that others would think that I was only capable of this level, so I had to give it a try and catch up. Sure enough, hard work will pay off. Harvest.
After more than a year, I finally reached the top three in my grade. Although my grades have improved a lot, I still feel uneasy inside. I am worried that if my grades decline at this time, what will happen next is All kinds of speculation, ridicule, and even condemnation will rush up like a tide and annihilate me; but if I remain motionless at this time, others will definitely kick me down as soon as they jump up. , wouldn’t that be more tragic? Then I could only muster up all my energy, but thinking of the "strong rivals" in front of me, if I had not compared them, how could I be willing to succumb to others and let my efforts flow away like a river of spring water to the east.
So, I was caught in a lot of contradictions and stuck between choices.
Fortunately, studying is not so stressful that it devours all the rest time. During the holiday, I turned on the TV and was attracted by the "xx Poetry Conference". While marveling at the profound cultural heritage of the contestants, what really stood out to me was the plate of sand paintings, with the white base and colorful fine sand. People, scenery, and objects are vividly interpreted. The folds of the person's clothes, eyelids, the lines of the tree, and the veins of the leaves are so detailed. I was immersed in this magical world and kept sighing, but those dexterous hands showed no mercy. Everything was pushed away, and then another painting appeared again, refreshingly, and so on. When I saw those hands creating masterpieces again and again, and knocking them down and starting new ones again and again, I had an epiphany!
Can I not care about the results this time? Why can't I be as ruthless as those hands and overthrow the original masterpiece? Why can't I just leave everything behind? Characters flashed before my eyes: Gou Jian, the King of Yue, who was once a prince but had to work hard to survive, Madame Curie who won numerous awards but gave her medals to her daughter as a toy, Mao Zedong who fell and got up again for the Chinese revolution... Yes! I can, I believe I can! I can throw away the burden of the so-called "top people" and go into battle lightly. I can use a giant hammer to smash the original honors. I should use previous failures as inspiration and the progress I have made as encouragement.
I want to overturn the past and start over! Chapter 2: An essay about 600 words for the beginning of the school year. Autumn
I came to the school with great interest, carrying my schoolbag. I saw the teachers and classmates who I had not seen for more than two months, and they were particularly kind. Although my academic performance was not very good, and my teachers and classmates didn't like me very much, I still felt very happy and couldn't help but speed up and walk to the classroom.
Walking into the familiar campus, into the brand-new classrooms, and into the rearranged dormitories, although I have been studying and living here for a year, all of this made me feel extremely friendly and novel. Busy signing up, busy getting books, busy making beds, busy buying daily study supplies... Finally, I was done, I ran into the classroom and walked to my seat. It felt so kind, natural and happy. Talking and laughing with the classmates, there seemed to be endless stories to tell, and the wild laughter spread throughout every corner of the campus.
What a great start to school!
However, these small happiness soon disappeared. When I was collecting books, I suddenly found an extra book - Physics. Only then did I suddenly realize that I was already in my second year of junior high school and could no longer be as playful as before. I must study hard and seriously. Alas, as I expected, the good times did not last long. Before long, I was burdened with piles of homework. I had to stay in the classroom and do my homework every day. However, I still found pleasure in "pain" and often "Laugh always" with your classmates, letting happy laughter echo in every corner of the classroom.
The campus is always so beautiful, the teachers are always so serious, the students are always so approachable, and my laughter is always floating in the campus. When the teacher sees me, he always earnestly advises me to study hard, and I always smile and say: "Teacher, I'm working hard!" However, when the first physics unit test curls came down, I couldn't laugh anymore. With the bright red "58" score, I seemed to fall into the abyss all of a sudden, and I tried desperately to climb up. I secretly vowed: I must listen carefully, work hard to complete my homework, and study hard. So with such passion, I walked into the classroom with my head held high. Suddenly, the sound of reading in the classroom seemed so friendly. I quickly took out the textbook from my school bag and read it loudly.
I believe that I will make my happy laughter truly ring in every corner of the campus. Chapter 3: A composition about 600 words for the beginning of school: Autumn
Today is the first day of our new semester. Although I am full of attachment to the summer vacation, I am full of curiosity about emerging things. I am also full of enthusiasm for the arrival of the new semester. expect.
Although today's arrival means the end of summer vacation, I am still very happy to welcome all the new things in the new semester.
We first came to the playground and waited for the opening ceremony on the first day of school. We stood in line and moved our eyes as the national flag slowly rose. We moved our lips slightly and sang along with the national anthem that came to our ears. After the flag-raising ceremony, the principal began to speak, and the principal loudly announced that the opening ceremony had officially begun.
After the principal came to the stage to speak, we arrived in the classroom. The classmates were chattering about places to play during the holidays. I was also talking about interesting things about the holidays with my classmates.
While the students were talking animatedly, Teacher x walked into the classroom, and the classroom suddenly became quiet. Teacher Waiting in the classroom, she went out after saying that. After a while, a teacher I didn't know walked into our classroom and said to us: "I will now start to call the names. The students whose names are called will line up in the corridor." The teacher called a dozen students, so these ten students I followed the teacher to another class.
Then another teacher came and started calling names again. At this time, the name of my good friend xxx was called. I thought to myself: I hope there is also my name, otherwise I can’t be with him. He is in the same class. After the names were called, I felt a little sad without me. Then another teacher came and called my name. A dozen of our classmates followed this teacher to Class XX. I looked around and saw many unfamiliar faces. However, what made me happy was that there was also a friend of mine, Ming Haoyu, in this class.
What I regret is that my dear teacher Strange classmates are familiar. Chapter 4: A composition of about 600 words for the beginning of school in autumn
Some people say that life in junior high school is like a movie, and daily life is like a plot, constantly interpreting the story of youth, and constantly looking forward to surprises. I stood under the blue sky and closed my eyes quietly, with memories of my junior high school life in the past few days floating in my mind. Time seems to have sealed the silent heart, and the impressions of junior high school treasured in my mind are engraved in the torrent of youth.
When I was in elementary school, I longed for junior high school life. Watching batches of brothers and sisters graduate from school and enter junior high school life, my heart felt itchy. I hope I can be like them. Now I have become a glorious junior high school student like them, which means that I will step into the junior high school campus of my dreams to complete the three-year study mission. I feel indescribable excitement in my heart.
Still remember that morning, the new students wearing brand-new school uniforms, one by one with happy smiling faces, each one with light and vigorous steps, accompanied by the rising sun, stepped into the tranquility 's campus. We played games on the playground, watched the second and third grade seniors fight on the court, walked in the shade, talked and laughed by the stone stairs, breathed the freshest air of the day, and enjoyed the coolest breeze of the day. Occasionally, I would say good morning to teachers and say hello to classmates, and they would step into the school building one after another to start the first day of their journey.
The first impression I had in junior high school was that I was unfamiliar. Facing most of my unfamiliar classmates, who didn’t know each other very well, I suddenly felt lonely and lost. Even so, I will give my sincerity and enthusiasm, and let the flowers of friendship bloom all over the world in the singing years of junior high school. The second one is fresh. The classroom is so clean, tidy, spacious and bright; the teacher's lectures are so energetic and engaging; being with the classmates is so fun and colorful.
I still remember that in that class, we listened intently to every key point the teacher said, and the pens on our hands kept sliding. Whenever I am called on to answer a question, a look of extreme unluckyness occasionally flashes across my face, but most of the time the answer is always neat and tidy.
Going to junior high school, I am excited, looking forward to it, and nervous. But no matter what, start from scratch and face new challenges with full enthusiasm.
Let us face junior high school life with a high-spirited attitude, let the dreams of youth lay a solid foundation for three years of study, and move forward step by step towards a successful future!