It's getting cold, and the ruthless cold wind blows on people's faces, which reminds me of that … what should I do? What shall we do? I'm thinking. It's cold! I only have a thin sweater and a coat hanging on my body. It's no use rubbing my hands all the time. It suddenly turned cold that day. Except me, all the other students were wearing warm sweaters and coats. Tomorrow is the exam again, and my heart is full of tension. No matter how hard I try, this demon still can't leave ... the score is down, the exam is not ideal, and I am very depressed. The math teacher seemed to see my mind and took the initiative to put the evening self-study in front of me and talk to me.
Just entering the teacher's living room, I don't seem to be so cold anymore. The hot tea in the teacher's cup is steaming, which looks like a warm picture. "It's getting cold. Are you cold? " That's what the teacher said in the first sentence. "Cold". I can't stop shaking. The teacher handed me a coat without saying anything. "Wear it first when it's cold!" "Say, take a sip of tea this ... this how line? "I will be nervous." What's the matter? You can see thin through it, and your hands are red. Although this coat is a little thin, it can keep out the cold! "Suddenly, I stopped shaking, my whole body's blood was flowing in a hurry, my heart beat faster, and my breathing seemed to be still. I didn't realize that the teacher had stuffed my coat into my hand. My heart is warm, I think: it won't be cold today. " The weather is getting colder. Are you cold? "What a simple sentence! Although her words are not ornate, they show a teacher's endless love for her students.
After Teacher's Day, I am studying at school, so I have no time to visit my teacher. I heard from my former classmates that she transferred to another school and became a principal in the city, but she didn't forget the school. Teacher's Day is back, and everyone gives her blessings. She is a good teacher. She has trained generations of students. Her arms are like her mother's trembling blue, and I-love her!
"It's getting cold. Are you cold? " It is the most beautiful language in my opinion, because it expresses the feelings between teachers and students that can never be erased and the love of a "mother" for her children.
"It's getting cold. Are you cold? " ……
Seek excerpts from several narrative essays of junior high school students with beautiful language.
October is the erosion time of dissolving exposed rocks, and the mottled and rough surface turns into foam and gradually disappears.
Day after day, the sunset erodes the young and surly rock outline, revealing the smooth and moist heart before adulthood.
The Tropic of Cancer brought everyone back.
I have made mistakes, failed love, naive confession and ups and downs.
All of them were forgiven by God in an instant.
The voice of youth is left behind, like a late-night train, heading for the next journey.
September is a long time. If happiness lasts too long, it will become a vague memory.
So your face, your hands and your sweater are placed in different squares on the turntable.
Everyone can only get fragmentary happiness, but they can't spell out a complete capital love anymore.
In memory, your smile can be dyed green all summer, but the season can't go back all the way.
August ba is a scar. Injured bodies always leave scars.
I am not a healer as magical as time, I can calm all the pain.
Nor is he a great creator like God, who can open the infinite sky.
You still miss him.
Still worried about him.
Still trapped in the windless forest he planted casually.
But I want to take you to another happy place.
Even if you can't cure your long and dark blindness, please let me go blind together.
Even if I can't pull you out of the complex and deep jungle, I will accompany you to see the sky gradually clear.
July 7th is the day when you meet someone.
In summer, when the sun is glowing.
The joy of those explorations is approaching.
I can't find the date that should appear.
Just like I met you.
At the end of a long summer.
Phoenix flowers bloom all over every wall of the city.
In the country where flowers burn, flowers have disappeared.
On a huge rainy day, the festering red flowers on the mud road on the mountain road told the monsoon that if I met you earlier.
June Lu is the land of the mainland, and perhaps no one has noticed the silent islands outside the peaceful and prosperous mainland.
Flowers bloom all the year round on the island, and the vegetation on the mainland withers and glows.
The secrets that cross the distant ocean can't even be transmitted by the monsoon from south to north.
The recipient's address is unknown, his handwriting is scrawled and he is overweight, but he will never be found.
This man is the clearest existence in the deep chest.
His name is the whole continent on the surface of the heart.
The island is getting closer and closer.
But it will never land.
Wu in May is a dancing dance, and so is all love.
Countless details pile up into a quiet side face.
You left a little mud spot on the corner of your clothes, a fairy tale floated in your smile, and the music in the earphone pointed directly at the Big Dipper.
Ferris wheel, playground, rising fireworks, falling sunset.
Boys' clean white shirts and girls' long hair tied up.
Those warm sunshine slowly flowed along the lines of the years, turned into mercury, and penetrated into every gap and line in my heart.
Eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors.
Reflect a thousand of you dancing to the sound.
April 4th is a sacrifice. Do you think I'm a fool? The wind in April is softened in the air by spring, and flows half through the blooming city.
I bought you breakfast and copied your notes.
Sitting in your downstairs in a daze.
Are all the fools they call fools? Am I stupid? Sunlight shone into the room along the window.
The wind lifted the curtains.
Warm light is slowly climbing up your quiet sleeping face.
Scattered all over the floor on March 3. Is that your kiss hidden in the corner of your mouth? According to Peter Pan's fairy tales, those kisses hidden in the corners of the mouth are all sweet candy.
Who can tell me which clown in a hat is selling things on the playground? I want to buy a big can.
Then, then switch with you.
But blood and bones, nerves and skin.
A thick sweater in a thick cotton coat.
Obviously, they are two very high-quality people, or they will disperse when the monsoon blows.
February 2nd is the second beginning of winter.
Minor Snow
Heavy snow.
Solstice of winter.
Minor Cold
Great cold.
In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person.
Walk alone, sing alone, go shopping alone, and watch the world carnival alone.
People walked hand in hand around the amusement park.
He is the only one for her, and I am the only one for everyone.
The world is full of opportunities for us to meet, but I still haven't met you.
January 1st is the only world that once turned black and white, and now it returns to gorgeous colors.
The world once lost its voice, now you sing with me.
Night covers the left hand, and the left hand covers the right hand.
Fingers that used to hold hands, hands folded at night.
The wind blew the sand into the desert.
You wait for me to meditate for ten years.
You are a legend in the world, and you are the only one in the world.
You made me spend a whole picture of my youth looking for you.
October 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
He and her mystery.
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Collect beautiful sentences or the beginning and end of junior high school compositions.
1. A good sentence has a clear purpose at the beginning, a point at the end of the article or a point at the beginning, and a clear purpose at the end of the article.
At the beginning, the blue planet kept spinning, and the magnificent sea was full of white waves; A trickle flows through fields, villages and towns.
These are all manifestations of vitality.
(Excerpted from Hebei examinee "Life is in Your Hands") The wind chimes of youth opened my heart, the colored flutes of youth blew my dreams, and the notes of youth drove me to hope.
Youth, this beautiful season, is the time for us to sow hope. Cherish it, grasp it and let it shine in our hands. It is said that the ship of life is inseparable from the ideal sail.
It is said that the ideal of life is for the ideal life.
The happiest time in an ideal life is the flower season of dreams.
Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which dispels the cold frost. Love is a shower after a long drought, nourishing a broken heart; Love is a beacon in Wang Yang, which indicates the hope of a new life.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou Examiner's Bringing Love to Others) I wonder if I passed by. You are like a cloud on the horizon. Even if you can't satisfy it, you have taken away my attention ... (from Guangdong examinee's "I pay attention to the dribs and drabs of life") In life, everyone will encounter unsatisfactory things, such as setbacks, misunderstandings, criticisms and so on.
The feeling at that time was undoubtedly an insurmountable obstacle.
But then suddenly looking back, it was just a wave in the long river of life, a wisp of fragrance of colorful years.
(Excerpted from Chongqing examinee Xiangxiang) Life needs applause.
Many people often lament that educated youth is hard to find.
What is a bosom friend? Isn't the applause of life a confidant? (Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Life Needs Applause") Just as wind is to sails, just like temperature is to seeds, just like sunshine and rain are to the growth of all things, praise is an indispensable spiritual nutrition in our growth process.
(Excerpt from Anhui examinee praise desire) There is a kind of flower in the world that will never fade, and that is a smile.
It is open all year round, north and south, as long as there are crowds.
The nobler the thought, the more beautiful the flower of smile.
At the end of the article, life is a burning flame, and it will shine in the ashes, because life is in your hands, so you just have to grasp it well.
(Excerpted from Hebei examinee "Life in Your Hands") What is youth? Youth is hope.
What does youth need? Youth needs to be grasped.
Youth without regrets, perfect answer sheet, grasp it well.
When the spring breeze blows out, looking back, grasping carefully and doing everything well, at least "this" is also a confession of our life.
Hold your youth in your hands, keep your hopes in your heart, pursue with your hopes and dreams, struggle and create the brilliance of your youth.
(Excerpted from Hebei students' Grasping Youth) In the flower season, I hope to always remember the good words of the sages: the ship of life cannot be separated from the ideal sail.
The ideal of life is for the ideal life.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee's "Bringing Dreams to the Flower Season") Let's take action and bring love to those children who are out of school, to those lonely old people … to everyone around us.
When you give your love to others, you also get great happiness.
I believe that as long as everyone gives a love, the world will become a beautiful world.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Bringing Love to Others") Attention need not be melodramatic, but it will only be unintentional. That seriousness and persistence, like a butterfly flying to the sky, took away my attention and inadvertently brought news of life and love to life! (Excerpted from Guangdong examinee "I pay attention to the dribs and drabs of life") Every time I think about it, my heart is sour, but this grievance has not sublimated into hatred, but it has created my strong character, and I also understand the teacher's mood.
If it weren't for that time, would I feel wronged? Ha ha! There is no trace of time, only fragrance.
(Excerpted from Chongqing examinee Xiangxiang) The applause of life will never stop? It always inspires people to pursue the nobleness and perfection of the soul. Applause is more important than love and money.
Let applause ring, life needs applause.
Dear teachers, how eager to get your praise, even if it is a simple sentence or two! (Excerpted from Anhui examinee's Desire for Praise) Bring a smile to life and decorate life with a smile.
You don't have to look for happiness and beg for time's mercy, but walk through the four seasons with a smile, then store it as happy wine and enjoy life.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee's "Bringing Smile to Life") A highly summarized, meaningful and intriguing sentence.
Taste the past, bitter with sweet, spray after spray, fragrance after fragrance like an eternal flame, lit my lamp of hope, so I saw the road clearly and moved on.
(Excerpted from Chongqing examinee "A wisp of incense") There are dances in ordinary life and songs in trivial things.
Success is an enterprising melody plucked from the heartstrings, and success is a calm emotional lake thrown into a series of armchairs by a little progress.
What's wrong with savoring your tiny success and not being applauded? Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Applause for Yourself") Praise is to ignite the fire in others' hearts with your own heart, find others' hearts with your own heart, and moisten things with spring breeze and drizzle.
(Excerpted from Anhui examinee's "Desire for Praise") In winter, there is no prosperity in spring, publicity in summer and richness in autumn, but she has the qualities of holiness, fortitude and selflessness.
(Excerpted from Zibo examinee "Winter's Character") Yes, love blows away the shadow of life and sows brilliant sunshine.
If happiness is fire, love is burning, happiness is water and love is flowing.
Love and happiness go hand in hand! (Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Bringing Love to Others") Innovation is to bid farewell to the past, grasp the present and welcome the future.
How about (from Chongqing examinee "Cool")? A lot of trouble.
But I always believe that no matter how cloudy the weather is, it will be fine.
(Excerpted from Linyi examinee's Growing Pains) So I rearranged my old bags, propped up the dust on my body, replaced the illusion of the past with dignity, and left a deep impression under my feet with firmness.
Go ahead, go ahead. ...
Junior high school composition is about 600 words.
Our Wisdom One day, I wore a beautiful mother and took me to visit my friends.
On the bus, a young man with a big bag on his back squeezed into the carriage and his mother was hit by the big bag.
So I asked with concern, "Mom, are you okay?" At the same time, he glanced at the young man angrily and shouted, "How disgusting!" My kind mother looked at me and said, "I can't say that this uncle didn't mean it. "
"After a while, I saw the young man repeatedly apologize to his mother.
Hearing this, I bowed my head in shame.
It's because I'm in a hurry, I don't have a tolerant heart and I don't know how to forgive others.
Mother's kind smile and tolerant heart made me calm down slowly.
My heart is gradually broadened, and I won't be so haggle over every ounce.
Look on the bright side and have a tolerant heart. The world will be a better place.
This is the wisdom of being a man, which my mother taught me, and it was taught me in ordinary little things.
I want to experience wisdom in practice and understand our wisdom.
A few days later, my mother got off work early. She came to school by bike and was going to take me home. As a result, I found that my hand was skinned, my blood was dripping and my clothes were torn.
My mother was so distressed that she quickly found some gauze to dress my wound.
Then I asked the teacher what was going on. The teacher was puzzled because she didn't see the students fighting or hear them quarreling.
Mother asked inexplicably, "Why didn't you tell the teacher?" I smiled and said, "Mom, my classmates didn't mean to hurt me! He has been deeply upset about this, and if I tell the teacher again, he will blame himself even more.
"My mother is very happy. She touched my head and said, "Good boy, you have learned to forgive others.
"I feel very happy when I see my mother's kind smile.
The mother is happy for her son's cleverness and his understanding and tolerance of others.
I am very happy, too. I am glad that I know how to live with wisdom and experience wisdom with my heart.
The appreciation of wisdom needs our usual knowledge accumulation and a normal heart.
Everyone will find their own wisdom.
If you are warm-hearted, you often keep in mind how to write junior high school compositions.
Pieces of warm words have echoed in my ears countless times, and the warm words of composition often echo in my ears.
I used to hate every word, but when I grew up, I didn't have any advice in my ears, but my heart was not practical.
Watch out for the traffic lights on the way to school, watch out! It became the warmest word in my ear.
Once, when I was in primary school, I would repeat such a fragment almost every day: at 7: 30 sharp, I opened the door with my schoolbag on my back and planned to go to school. "Be careful on the way to school, be careful of the traffic lights.
"Such sentences can always appear in my ears on time, and there is always an impatient voice responding:" Oh, I see.
"This is a scene that will be staged every day. There is no rehearsal and discussion in advance, but such sentences can always be repeated accurately. Day after day, year after year, the second grade composition "Warm words of composition often echo in my ears" (//unjs).
Gradually, I got used to it, as if it were something I had to do every day.
This sentence has become the warmest word in my ear.
Now I am in junior high school, although I will still repeat the same action: at seven o'clock sharp, I take up my schoolbag and open the door to go to school on time.
However, the same action, the same scene, but the same sentence said by the same person is missing.
Although, after a long time, I gradually got used to it.
It seems that the cause of all this is only because I have grown up, and without such persuasion and impatient response, my freedom in my heart has not been reduced at all.
But increased a kind of worry, worry about losing all this, worry about the cause of all this.
However, once words can only echo in my ears.
A warm exhortation contains too much care; The impatient response is too hurtful.
I just hope these warm words will always reverberate in my ears.
Hope to adopt
A junior high school composition of about 600 words
Walking on this familiar street, it is the center of the city, and fashionable men and women drive busy vehicles through this bustling street.
Walking here with a relaxed mood, listening to the noise of the city and enjoying the prosperity of the city.
Suddenly, a wail shook my heart. Out of curiosity, I looked in the direction of the sound. In a dark corner, I saw a black thing moving.
What is that? I asked in my mind, so I stepped forward.
You would never think that it was a real person! He doesn't have the conditions of a normal person at all: he can only make a sound but can't speak, his hands and feet are completely deformed, and he obviously loses his normal working ability.
In front of him, there is a lonely money tray.
Seeing such a scene, I instinctively wanted to divert my attention, but I just met his sight helplessly.
These are a pair of eager eyes. In the dark, those eyes are particularly bright, like a small lamp in the dark, attracting me.
Although he can't speak, what he wants to say is clearly written in his eyes, and I think I can see it.
In his eyes, I read his miserable life, the voice of expectation and the state of despair.
How many things are in his eyes! Through his understanding of life and thinking about the world, he revealed the sadness and suffering that he could not talk and record. He also revealed his ideal of living like a normal person.
These eyes are extremely important to him. They have replaced the mouth and hands.
His eyes seemed to blame and resent the indifference of passers-by
Under the neon lights, in the metropolis, he can only lean against the wall, hide in a dark and dirty corner or lie on the side of the road, and only let passers-by pass by him.
How many indifferent passers-by come with wallets, but money can only be as cold, lifeless and warm as them forever.
Countless people, when you walk on such a street, please pay more attention to those who are curled up in the corner and need care! Their eyes will tell you everything and arouse your sympathy.
I stood there and thought for a long time, then I woke up. I put five dollars on the plate in front of him and left helplessly.
At present, the eyes are still glowing.
Junior high school composition and high school composition?
An Unforgettable Sports Event There are many unforgettable events in my life, but only one is unattainable. When I was a child, I was so naughty that I often got into trouble. This happened when I was six years old. That day, I went to my grandfather's house, but there were no * * * people there, only my brothers. We naturally play together. It was very hot outside, so we began to play in the water to cool off. The windowsill was too big for us, and suddenly I fell off it. We all froze. Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my right arm. I knew my arm was hurt, so I began to cry. My brothers called my parents and tried to protect me. I'm very scared. They gave me great courage. They didn't leave me until my fat camel came back. My father took me to the fourth public hospital. Although it has been six years, I will always remember it. Although it is English, I still hope to help the landlord.
Urgent for 4 junior high school compositions.
1 regret is also beautiful: a smile is sweet, so what about a smile in tears? Beauty is charming, so what about the beauty in regret? Honor is dazzling, so what about the honor in vulgarity? I asked life gently, a little confused.
People come to this world from an unknown planet to another unknown planet.
Life is short, so many people are afraid of death.
I am grateful for death.
Because of death, people will cherish, pursue and explore the unknown world.
We need death just as we need sleep.
It is precisely because life is limited that we will pursue the true meaning of life and have a grateful heart.
In the ocean of life, honesty is a sail and gratitude is an oar.
With the spirit of honesty and gratitude, the boat of life can sail freely.
Accidents will happen.
I can't imagine how the great writer Helen Keller rose under the bad luck of being deaf and blind. Every time I read her "If you give me three days of light", I am shocked beyond words.
It is also difficult for me to understand Beethoven's suffering in the silent world.
1400 years ago, on a late autumn night, Zhang Ji, the last scholar, was sad on the boat.
Facing the moonlight and the autumn wind, the fishing fire jumped on the river like an elf. He sang a poem that has been told for ages: Frosty night, river wind, fishing fire and sleep.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
I think if it weren't for the last pain, there would be one less poet in China's poetry circle, and we wouldn't be able to read such wonderful poems.
Shouldn't we thank Zhang Ji for regretting the beauty of winning the last place? I asked history gently with some awe.
Li Yu, the king of national subjugation, expressed the lament that "the old country can't bear to look back at the bright moon, and the future is bright", and let us be impressed by his bold imagination of "asking how much sorrow you can have, like a river flowing in the east".
Su Shi's career was not smooth because of Wutai poetry case, but he was as bold as "a river of no return, a man squandered by waves, and a romantic figure through the ages."
Gong Zizhen was frustrated all his life, but he had the noble sentiment that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more".
If there are no regrets, the history of literature will be very long, and many bright stars may be missed.
Thanks for regret, thanks for history.
Why don't we experience the happiness of "the mountain side is the peak, and the distance is different"? Don't you experience the professionalism of "who has never died since ancient times, leaving a heart to shine in history"? Can't feel the affection of "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, and enjoy the three spring rays"? Only when a person's heart is full of love and gratitude can he smile at life, cherish life and create life.
Since regret is inevitable, let's meet it bravely.
Let's weave regret into a beautiful landscape, sublimate regret into our driving force, and show our confidence in challenging nature as the spirit of all things and our calmness in life.
Thanks for regret, because regret is also beautiful.
He (she) touched my childhood: I miss playing naked with my playmates, I remember the scene where the rabbit named Grey kept biting my finger in my hometown, I can't forget the excitement at the moment when the pump pumped the water out, I remembered the chance to compare who was the best when the chubby boy fell, and I remembered that if one day I would find that little girl to play house again, I still remember sticking bubble gum all over my face with my little friend.
Gyroscope, inverted bucket, glass ball, Saint, Little Tiger instant noodles, the 38th parallel, Super Mary, these things always appear in my dreams inadvertently, and always linger, and the beautiful shadow of childhood has been deeply hidden in my heart.
When I grow up, * * * can't be light, and occasionally I will have a water fight, but only when I swim; The rabbit is missing. Now when I see a rabbit, I still can't help but miss the gray, and there will be a faint fog in my eyes unconsciously. The pressurized water machine is gone, and the pressure should be enough to find the water below. When I see it again, I should be very happy to watch the progress of the times, but I can't erase the faint sadness on my face. Xiao pang is no longer fat, but has become the father of three children, and his life is under great pressure. The destruction of years has made him rapidly aging. I know that now I can finally fall at his feet, but there is no chance, because we are all old; The little girl is married, she is married, and she continues to get married. I know that innocence can't be found in her life, but my heart is vaguely sad; Now I occasionally eat bubble gum, which is more advanced and more expensive, but I can't eat the original flavor anymore. I know my taste can only grow old in nostalgia; The stars are out of sight, and no matter how comfortable the bed is, you can't sleep well at night. I don't know if I've become sensitive or if it's been longer. It turns out that every night is so hard, and the beautiful night before has gradually left me.
What should we play now? Bohemian environment, decadent life, materialistic society, insidious, complex and fickle people! Childhood is gone. I lost my childhood before I knew it. That kind of pure happiness has been resolutely abandoned! Who moved my childhood? Did I abandon my childhood, or did my childhood abandon me who was too secular? I am constantly looking, I am constantly looking, and I hope my childhood will accompany me forever.
The cloud in my hometown "The cloud in my hometown floats across the horizon, and it gently beckons to me ..." Every time I listen to ChristianRandPhillips sing his song "Cloud in My Hometown", a little tear will unconsciously seep out, and then I will sing in a low voice. Is this my sadness when I touch the word "hometown"? I'm afraid it's already love! Silent attachment! From the moment the melon landed, it was doomed.
From the first cry, this is the smell of being integrated into my hometown. This is the taste of my hometown, as if I were leaning on my mother's arms.
The feeling of leaving home is lonely.
When I was walking in the streets of Nanjing, I saw pedestrians in a hurry. The evening is still brightly lit and colorful, but my heart is always aching and there is an unspeakable loneliness.
It is also an ancient city, but a voice whispered, "That is not my hometown!" " "So I am confused and helpless, like a lost child who can't find his way home.
Standing on the overpass in Hong Kong or sitting on a luxury cruise ship to watch the night view of Victoria Bay, I have unspeakable envy in my heart, envious of its prosperity, it ...
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