In daily study, work or life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following are 8 essays I compiled for everyone in the third grade of junior high school for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Campus composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 1
Comments The sunset finally disappeared under the horizon. I left with a sense of tranquility and calmness, stepping on the slight snoring of the campus. But the campus under the sunset has become an eternal memory that I can’t forget.
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Silently, the campus stood in silhouette in the golden afterglow of the setting sun.
After the noise of the last group returning, the campus that had been busy all day finally calmed down. With a faint sense of weariness from trekking through the mountains of books, I strolled along the paths on campus.
The first thing that caught my eye was the small bridge and flowing water. The streakless water surface reflected the weak sunlight, letting the trembling and scattered brightness blend into the gradually thickening night. The lying bridge is silently covered in a slightly golden glow in the silent campus. The long and slanted reflection was speechless. Maybe it was tired, but it still couldn't hide the joy that had been painted on it during the day. The setting sun was blocked by the top of the campus rockery, probably hurting the delicate skin. Otherwise, why would his face be so red with so many drops of bright red blood sprinkled on it?
As we walked forward, a piece of green full of vitality came into the corner of our eyes. It turned out to be a large expanse of green grass. The grass gradually darkens and fades under the setting sun, transitioning to the silent twilight. The smell of grass and the aroma of earth are brewing in the air, blending with the twilight, like a seamless piece of fabric. Perhaps only the weaver girl there can weave the silk clothes at night into a soft texture!
The tall Qiuzhen Building finally appeared, but it was even more solemn in the silence. The three gilded characters "Qiuzhen Building" shine with golden light, and the golden light seems to transform into the definition of pursuing true knowledge: exploring the truth and advocating science! Turning to the Academy Building, the eye-catching diamond-shaped school emblem appears before our eyes: it is a flying petrel, flying through the sky with its wings. This should be a true portrayal of the image of the students in Bamboo Middle School!
The setting sun finally disappeared under the horizon. I left with a sense of tranquility and calmness amid the slight snoring of the campus. But the campus under the sunset has become an eternal memory that I can’t forget. Junior High School Essay Part 2
With the rapid development of science and technology in our country, from the first aircraft to the successful launch of Shenzhou-1, scientists have devoted their efforts. With the acceleration of the pace of social life, cars, buses, motorcycles, etc. have become people's main means of transportation.
However, it has also caused indelible harm to Mother Earth: all kinds of cars running on the road. In the sky, there are bursts of black "miasma"; on the ground, there are loudspeakers singing loudly on the congested highway.
This is our earth, this is our home! We should travel green and low-carbon. Cycling and walking every day will not only make the air less polluted, but also make the roads more spacious.
This is our earth, this is our home! We should travel green and low-carbon. Every road is the blood vessel of Mother Earth, and people walking on the road are like blood that is constantly flowing. Once there is a traffic jam, this blood vessel will no longer supply blood. How terrible!
This is Our earth, this is our home! We should travel green and low-carbon. Take an extra bus to prevent her from getting weaker day by day; drive less to prevent her from sighing all day long; ride a bicycle to prevent her from being hooked up to an intravenous drip in the ward.
This is our earth, this is our home! We should travel green and low-carbon. Regarding the frequent traffic jams, I have put forward a few small ideas:
1. You can adjust the commuting time of each company, advance or delay the corresponding time, and avoid the peak period of commuting.
2. You can build as many overpasses as possible.
3. Encourage companies to use factory vehicles for pick-up and drop-off to reduce the flow of private cars, thereby reducing congestion.
4. Increase the penalties for parking, parking, and trespassing randomly.
5. During peak periods every day, car owners can be reminded through mobile phone text messages that the main roads are crowded and should take detours as much as possible.
6. Limit the driving time of private cars during rush hours.
There is only one home, and the earth cannot be cloned! We might as well slow down the hurried pace of life and take a serious look at the scenery on the roadside. Maybe they are worthy of your careful communication. Campus composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 3
A burst of thunder crackled from far to near, deafening, accompanied by streaks of lightning, piercing the dark clouds in the sky. The students in the classroom started to stir, covering their ears, screaming, and became a mess. The students living in the reinforced concrete jungle of the city were surprised and panicked by this sudden scene. I saw the students' thoughts and shouted loudly: "Lightning rod on the roof of the building." , thunder and lightning will not touch us, don’t be afraid! However, the students' panic was not suppressed, and the class was still in a state of excitement.
Sanya has been like a steamer for the past few days. The red sun is scorching like fire and the temperature is oppressive. The annoying weather makes people feel upset and have nothing to do. They always want to spend their time hiding in an air-conditioned room. After class, I was sweating profusely, so I rushed back to the office and sat softly under the air conditioner, letting the air conditioner blow away the scorching heat all over my body. There were bursts of thunder outside the window, like lions roaring and tigers roaring, and lightning bursting. The long drought and sultry weather made the thunder so grand. The sound of thunder has not been heard for a long time. It is no stranger to me who has lived in the countryside for a long time, and it feels familiar. Every sound gently touches my heart and releases the boredom in my heart.
After a while, the sky and the earth suddenly became gloomy and it started to rain heavily. I quickly turned off the air conditioner, lifted the curtains, opened the windows, and watched the rain. I have always had a close feeling and special liking for rain. Gazing at the rain scene reminds me of my childhood. Whenever it rains, my friends and I play and bathe naked in the rain, while my mother yells: Don’t get wet in the rain, you’ll catch a cold! I always turned a deaf ear to my mother's words and continued to play in the rain. The few of us built ditches in the rain to drain water, enjoying ourselves and having endless fun. I leaned against the window rail, looking at the rainy scene, thinking about my childhood. I vaguely heard my mother's call, and the scene of my friends playing in the rain played before my eyes like a movie, vividly in my mind. Alas, time is like smoke, mist and dust, fleeting and fleeting, gone forever, flowers bloom and fade, clouds roll and relax, the only thing left is our simple life.
Opening the window, a fragrant earthy smell hit your nostrils, and the cool wind accompanied by water vapor caressed on your face and body. The room was filled with moist breath, driving away the confusion that had just been exhaled by the air conditioner. The smell is fresh and cool. I didn't have time to organize my thoughts, but my arms were filled with the water vapor blowing from my face. The water vapor gently penetrated into my heart, and the irritability caused by the heat was eliminated. In an instant, the emotions in my heart drifted away with the rippling water vapor. , cool and refreshing. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is misty. The big raindrops are pouring on every corner of the campus. The iron canopy next to the wall is ticking by the raindrops. It is crisp and elegant, like the sound of the sky flowing in the mountains, far away. Deep. The trees behind the building rustled under the wash of raindrops, and the rhythm changed and repeated, just like a famous musician constantly playing a piece of music that makes him proud. Although it is repeated back and forth, it is meaningful and soul-stirring. Every drop of rain, every part struck, and every sound emitted are so just right, so pleasant to the ear, and like a symphony with multiple instruments playing simultaneously.
In order to take in the rainy view, I couldn’t wait to walk to the fitness room and look out at the panoramic view of the campus from the window. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the playground seems to be covered with a flowing crystal water carpet. New raindrops fall on the flowing water carpet, splashing water, creating circles and ripples, and the splashing water interacts with each other. The ripples intertwined and collided with each other, like a group of playful urchins or a pair of whispering lovers. In short, it looks beautiful as it is. And I don't know when, a layer of water mist began to rise from the ground, lingering in the curtains of raindrops, like a fairyland. I was deeply fascinated by this rain scene, as if I was in a picturesque misty rain.
Living in the illusory and noisy city, we are busy running for survival. The complicated and complicated things always intrude on the rare peace. We view the beautiful scenery around us flawlessly, and such a momentary rain can’t help us. The scenery caught me off guard and made me regain my senses. My mind returned to the peace and tranquility of that period, and I was intoxicated with that short-lived joy. Campus composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 4
Searching and searching, after the high school entrance examination: I will leave the beautiful campus. ——Title
Class, eat, sleep, class, eat, sleep... The days before the high school entrance examination are repeated mechanically day by day. The expectations of teachers, the expectations of parents, the yearning for dreams and the heavy academic work have all become a heavy burden for me...
I have never appreciated our campus, and I have never carefully observed certain aspects of the campus. In this corner, I have never savored the black and white paintings on the campus walls. I feel very sorry for all this, but there are only more than two months left, so where is the time? Who dares to neglect the fierce and cruel battle of high school entrance examination?
After the high school entrance examination, I most want to take a walk on campus.
Morning *school gate* steps
Every morning when the sun has just risen or has not yet risen, we all rush into the school gate, step up the steps, and walk to the classroom. Maybe we are all used to it, and no one will stop to look at the school gate and admire the steps. Maybe, the school gate is not as strong as it seems: maybe, the school gate made of iron bars has already left a deep imprint over time: maybe, the steps leading from the school gate to the classroom are not long: maybe, the steps on both sides of the steps are The grass is very beautiful; maybe...
After the high school entrance examination, I will definitely walk this journey again, which is neither short nor long, and recall our eager and slightly sad moments every morning. Feeling.
Noon * playground * track
No matter it is the scorching sun or the noon with gathering clouds, physical education class will always be our paradise. Because of physical education class, we laugh loudly, We freely exude the innocence of children, but we ignore the playground full of laughter and the track full of sweat and tears.
Maybe the trees next to the playground are more beautiful than anywhere else: maybe the basket rack on the playground is not that high: maybe the track is not that wide: maybe there is a shallow dent in the place where we stood for a long time...
After the high school entrance examination, I will definitely walk this familiar playground again and savor the happy time we spent together in every physical education class. Night * Classroom * Lights Night classes are always the most difficult, because everyone is eager to go home, but everyone still refuses to give in and practices hard. However, everyone ignored the dark classroom and the electric light that gave us light.
Perhaps, the intensity of each light in the classroom is different: perhaps, the classroom at night gives people a dreamlike illusion: perhaps, the lights in the darkness are more dazzling and brighter: perhaps...
After the high school entrance examination, I will definitely go back to this nostalgic classroom and relive the scene of the whole class working hard together. The years of junior high school are coming to an end. This may be a relief, but I will miss every bit of junior high school life!
After the high school entrance examination, I most want to take a walk on campus. Campus composition for the third grade of junior high school 5
If you give a definition to every young life, I think it must be related to dreams. I wonder which person is not striving for the ultimate goal of dreams? Without dreams, I think life has lost its meaning. For us now, this campus and this land are the starting point of our dreams. The distance is still too far away, why should we pursue it so hard? Look back and think about these short three years of junior high school, isn’t it? The most beautiful dream in life?
I am glad that I can sit here and realize the miracle of becoming a classmate with more than 50 people, one in 1240 million; I am glad that I can stand on the On the podium, I took home a gold-plated certificate engraved with my name; I am glad that I can walk on the oldest campus in Xiamen and watch a group of young and energetic lives beating... All of this, even if it lasts six years All my primary school life could not bring me. I love this busy, happy and fulfilling life, like the regular words written on graph paper, but there is an infinite madness and wantonness in my heart. This is the power of dreams, the power that junior high school life brings to me.
I have always felt that everything happened like a dream, but it was so real that it was undeniable. For me, what this junior high school brings me the most is warmth, which is a shining word after heavy schoolwork, friendship. As if destined, the power of support suddenly flashed behind me. They smiled at me, as bright as peach blossoms. They would eventually become the warmth in my life, shine on me unfailingly, and become the light source in my life. I once read this sentence: "My friends are my courage to live. They give me the ability to be content and let me face the world without being embarrassed." I think I finally understood its meaning. I realize that whether I succeed or fail, there will always be someone in the corner applauding me or worrying about me. This is the most precious dream I have gained in these three years.
In these three years of life, I will regard it as the starting point of my dreams, whether it is about the future or growth. I always believe that no matter what, my dreams will always be with me. In the torrent of time, we will always grow up. Campus Composition for the Third Year of Junior High School Part 6
There are many things, many things. In fact, they have many answers. It depends on how you look at them, appreciate them, and face them. Just like we see the withering of flowers, you can say that it is the despair after the flowers bloom and the desolation of old age! You can also say that it is the inevitable arrival of fruits, and it is the turning point of a better future!
In a beautiful but a bit empty classroom, the tables and chairs are neatly arranged. Although it will feel very lonely, if you place a hard-growing plant on one of the tables, The grass is constantly working hard to grow upward towards the sun every day. With its continuous efforts, the air becomes very fresh because of it. Try to think about it, the light around the classroom is shining like stars. What will happen when you see such a scene? Is it beautiful? Is it full of vitality? Is it as if you can see the pulse of life beating?
In fact, countless students on campus are like the grass in the classroom. They are constantly moving towards the sunshine and their dreams every day, beating the pulse of life at any time, the sunshine. Like stars twinkling around us, we continue to grow every day because of our busyness, just like the grass continues to work hard to grow upward. The countless grasses on campus, just like countless of us, are working tenaciously. Huge stones cannot hold down the direction of the grass, nor can they hold down our dreams.
We on campus are as tough as grass. That petite and seemingly powerless grass actually contains huge strength inside. We are not afraid of violent storms. If we are not afraid of setbacks, we will work hard. . The picturesque beauty of Qingqing campus is not the bustling splendor, nor the neon splendor, but the freshness like a spring morning, the sweet beauty, the kind of beauty that comes from perseverance. It comes from our continuous efforts and from our vigorous youth.
We at this time, the campus at this time, are just like the grass in the spring morning, we will continue to work hard for a certain dream, not caring about the difficulties and obstacles ahead, just working hard for that dream, so tenacious. Not pulling out is just for the dream in our hearts.
If there is a dream, there is a direction. Fly for the dream. We keep pursuing that dream, like grass stretching towards the sun. Qingqing campus has its own quiet beauty, its continuous efforts, perseverance, soaring for dreams, and flying into the sky of its own. Campus Composition for the Third Year of Junior High School Part 7
Time carries my youth away quietly, leaving only memories.
When I gently opened the picture album of time, the memories appeared in front of me again. Happiness, tears... all wrapped around this campus.
I walked on the familiar road and looked at the familiar teaching building. I walked around this campus with my friends. I wander between the teaching building and the canteen every day, and I forget the beautiful scenery elsewhere on campus. We walked around from the cafeteria to the campus. I rarely set foot in this area. There was a very tall lawn on the roadside, which had lost its green vitality. I stepped onto the steps, and when I looked back, I seemed to see the scene where we were pulling weeds together again. In the early summer sunshine, we were helplessly pulling weeds, and the boy was teasing the little frog. At that moment, we were everywhere. laughter. Nowadays, the autumn wind is blowing, and there is no trace of green tea. Only a pile of unknown grass is glowing with yellow, with a wisp of orange emerging from the tip. Against the background of the night, they show their tenacity and have not been knocked down by the cold, wind and rain. , I stared at them. Although they are not as beautiful as flowers, they have bloomed their own piece of sky. No matter what we are, whether we fail or succeed, there will always be people who appreciate us. They seem to be waiting for our arrival. The foxtail grass hides lonely in their bushes. I only remember that when I was a child, I always put the foxtail grass under my nose and scratched it, which made my nose itchy.
Unknowingly, the moon has climbed onto the branches and walked onto the cobblestone road again, and it reminds me of the cobblestone path at home. I walked forward. The iron fence tightly surrounded the campus. The street lights outside illuminated the road ahead of us. There was no cold or darkness. My friends were with me and the street lights were in front of me, which gave me an extra sense of certainty. I looked up and saw two small mounds of soil piled up on a hill. My classmates said, "Let's climb up. It's so fun." He was as innocent and happy as a child who discovered a toy. In that moment, he seemed to be back again. to our childhood. We looked at the road outside the school, and happy memories were evoked everywhere. I held my friend's hand and enjoyed the flowers, listening to the sound of cars and laughter in the early summer. My heart was filled with excitement, and I walked along the road without restraint. I enjoy this temporary flight without a teacher or a camera. Walking into the path, "the winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees." The trees stood alone, without a single leaf decoration. What surprised me was that the trees on the opposite side did not seem to feel the coming of autumn, and they were still in full bloom. Green, I guess some people will envy its greenness and envy that it has not been swallowed up by time. Time passed by silently, the sky gradually turned into darkness, and the first quarter moon emerged from the fog. We looked up and imagined that the meteors were passing by and taking us on a long journey.
I took another step and walked quietly into the pavilion. This pavilion seemed to have become the most beautiful scenery on campus. It sat quietly here, watching people coming and going, and being damaged by the wind and rain, I looked around. The pavilion exudes a sense of elegance and tranquility, smelling the fragrance of wood, like a Dai bamboo house. I don't know how much laughter is packed here. Thinking of my seniors sitting here enjoying the good news of Youlu, I can really feel their joy from the photos. I have walked through and want to leave my footprints here.
This year may be over soon. We are no longer the children who first came to campus. I have begun to miss the campus and the memories. Maybe in the future I will always be able to think of the time spent with my classmates and the moments of struggle together. .
Campus, you make me intoxicated, your beauty makes me unable to stop.
I want time to stop here forever and let me open up your beauty.
Campus, you are in my memories and my happiness, thank you for this campus trip! Grade 3 Campus Composition Chapter 8
Whether I am sitting quietly at my desk or walking hurriedly on the way home, time always flows around me leisurely. In the blink of an eye, 20xx is coming quietly.
In order to welcome the arrival of the New Year, our school held the 7th Campus Culture and Art Festival, the climax of which was the New Year's Day literary performance. The wonderful performances by teachers and students brought a successful conclusion to the art festival.
On the afternoon of December 31, 20xx, teachers and students gathered together to watch the grand art festival's artistic performance. The lights flickered, and two familiar hosts appeared on the stage. The host's wonderful opening remarks kicked off the cultural performance. The students cheered and shouted, and a festive and lively atmosphere enveloped the entire venue. Over the past few days, students from each class performing programs have practiced hard over and over again in order to be able to show off their talents on today's stage. This cultural program has various forms, including solos, sketches, cross talk, stage plays, solo dances, etc. The content is rich and exciting, all of which highlight the artistic talents of our school's teachers and students.
Teacher Cang’s song “Father” won thunderous applause from the audience with its sincere and great fatherly love. And our teacher Ji, the song "Mother" he brought better explained the sacredness and greatness of maternal love and shocked the hearts of the audience.
A father's love is like a mountain, and a mother's love is like water. How can we repay our parents' nurturing love? The teacher inspired us with her soulful singing. As children, we must know how to be grateful! Yes, since we were born until we grow into a healthy teenager, how much love our parents have given us! And our teachers and schools, how much effort they put into cultivating us! May we always have a grateful heart.
Looking at programs such as "Interview" and "New Campus", people are amazed at the rapid development of Zongzhong. Our Dazonghu Middle School has been building really fast in the past few years. In the past 20xx, the school's teaching conditions have been greatly improved. Look, the government has invested more than 1 million yuan in a new plastic sports field that is about to be completed. Education and teaching reforms It is developing in depth, and the campus is showing a new atmosphere.
The campus culture and art festival brings us joy and adds passion to us. In this paradise, we learn cultural knowledge, improve our overall quality, and our spiritual sentiments are also nurtured and sublimated.
Ah! Unforgettable campus culture and art festival, lovely Zongzhong campus.