In daily life or work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Below is a composition I compiled for you in the second year of junior high school. It is for reference only. I hope it can help you. Junior Grade 2 Composition 1
How gentle he is, even if he falls asleep, he is still so peaceful.
I don’t remember how long it took me to meet him, it felt like centuries had passed. As a child, he dragged me to the park. How can adults rest assured about such a small person? He promised the adults: "I will definitely protect An An, and no one will bully her." He really did it. During my eighteen years of youth, he pampered me enviably.
That day, he went to give a speech at a foreign school. I went home alone. Being cornered by someone "borrowing money". I didn't have much money, but they didn't believe me and wanted to search me. I protect myself tightly, but what's the use among a group of boys? I felt scared, but he suddenly appeared in front of me. He took off his coat and put it on me, "An'an, don't be afraid." My boy came against the light and was alone.
Those people fell slowly, and he turned around, hiding the sharpness in his eyes and replacing them with gentleness. He picked me up and said, "An'an, I'm here." At dusk on a summer night, the boy held me in his arms, taking each step calmly. Those strong and powerful arms make me feel at ease. This is my beloved boy.
How gentle the young man is. Standing in front of me, his eyes seem to be filled with starlight. "An An, be good, I will come back. Wait until I come back." I held back my tears and nodded gently. The young man turned around and met Gu Yong with enthusiasm. Now, I can no longer hold back and voice my pain. The young man was obviously shocked, but he still didn't want to look back.
Young man, I know that you are in great danger when you leave. I only hope that you can come back safely. You no longer belong to me, but to the country. I will wait for you to come back, I will. You must not worry about me, I will take good care of myself, just like you are by my side.
It’s been two years, how are you doing? Have you ever been injured, and have you ever been through the gates of hell? When I got home from school, I saw people in military uniforms sitting in the living room with heavy faces. My mother looked at me with red eyes, "An'an, come here." I knew a little better, but I still forced a smile, "What's wrong, Mom?" The man looked at me for a long time and said, "You are An'an, Xu Ze I often mention you in the team. I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful!” “What’s the matter?” I interrupted.
The man seemed unwilling to beat around the bush any more and coughed lightly: "Xu Ze passed away. During a mission, he was stabbed five times by a criminal. He died." I just felt like the sky was falling. , I seemed to be trapped in a dark chaos, without a trace of fireworks. Xu Ze stood right in front of me, but slowly backed away. I chased him, but I couldn't catch him. I yelled at him: "What's the use of you? How could Xu Ze be dead? You're talking nonsense."
What a gentle boy he is! Even if you make him covered in paint, you just smile. How could this happen? How old is he? Why is it like this? I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it. My dearest boy, where are you?
In this life, the only dawn has passed away quietly. From now on, no one will hold their own hand tightly and move forward towards the future. "I will protect An An for the rest of my life."
Young man, I will always be here. Junior Grade 2 Composition 2
The wind blew gently and wiped away the tears on my face. How are you?
"Boy, don't cry on the day you leave!" At some point in the past, I jokingly joked, "Oh, I won't cry!" That's how we were at that time. Show off your strength.
Liu Haolong, a pure Northeast boy, cheerful, open-minded and brave. When he first came to our class, he was very informal and outspoken. It was this "advantage" of his that made our class remember him on the first day he came here. I remember that when he first came here, our impression of him was not very good, because even in front of our classmates, when faced with our own shortcomings, he always pointed them out without any regard for our face. Until that time, our understanding of him completely changed. . .
It was the school sports meeting, and our class’s athletes for the 800-meter race were still undecided. At the critical moment, we thought of him from the Northeast. It may be due to the influence of the environment, but Liu Haolong's physique is unusually good. During normal physical education classes, he can run five laps without even taking a breath, so this spot must belong to him.
On the day of the sports meeting, our class suffered repeated defeats, but we didn’t feel it at all because we knew Liu Haolong would definitely be the first!
"Athletes participating in the eighth-grade boys' 800-meter race are invited to come to the inspection office for inspection." A notice came from the radio. We were no longer calm, and our eyes followed the boy who held all our hopes. "Come on, Liu Haolong!" We shouted loudly, and with the sound of a gunshot, the players rushed out like an arrow that had escaped from the string, "Come on, Liu Haolong! Come on, Liu Haolong!" The shouts contained all our expectations and excitement. , he lived up to his expectations and took the lead in the first lap.
However, things are unpredictable, the last lap, the last bend, one, two, three. . . . . . More and more players surpassed him, but the leader was another classmate in our class who had long been forgotten by us. "Liu Haolong! Come on!" The voice gradually faded away, replaced by: "Xu Zhenqing (another student in our class) Competitors), come on! "The final result was beyond our expectations. Liu Haolong ranked third from the bottom!
And Xu Zhenqing, who has been ignored by us, actually finished second!
Liu Haolong cried. That was the first time we saw him shed tears. I think I will never forget the way he looked at that time. That kind of sadness, that kind of regret really shocked us all! "Liu Haolong, it's okay, you are always the best!" "Liu Haolong, are you okay?" Thousands of comforts may be ironic to him at this time. . . . . . Is he really the same Liu Haolong who loved to laugh and never gave up? Perhaps, there is a fragile self that can cry in everyone's heart.
Since that sports meeting, we have truly accepted this young man from a foreign land. However, fate is like this. Just when you want to cherish it, you lose it again.
Liu Haolong is going back to Northeast China!
When the head teacher told us the news, we were all stunned, but there was nothing we could do.
Time flies, and the day of separation arrives in a blink of an eye. The boys stand together, biting their lips to prevent tears from flowing down, while the girls are already lying on the table sobbing. Liu Haolong carried his schoolbag and slowly walked out of the classroom. He once said that he would not shed tears, but the moment he closed the classroom door with his own hands, a drop of crystal liquid slid across his face. After all, he still couldn't bear it!
Liu Haolong is gone, taking with him our longing for him, our reluctance to leave him, and everything about him.
The flowers bloom silently, and the geese pass by without leaving a trace, but Liu Haolong, you must not forget us! You must always remember that we have walked through your youth! I wish you all the best in your foreign country! Composition 3 for the second grade of junior high school
When this collection of more than 8,000 words of composition came to an end, I breathed a long sigh of relief.
On the second day of junior high school, I was in a hurry, like riding a train. The scenery outside the window flashed by, and it was gone before I could see it clearly. The rush was also mixed with a lot of heavy luggage, accompanying me to the distance. I really want to take time to write some essays and use understatement to outline the most real life.
I was inspired a lot by the Oscar-nominated film "Boyhood", so I decided to use this title as the title of this collection of essays. In the second year of junior high school, I had an unprecedented clear feeling that I had grown up. After leaving the Young Pioneers and entering the *** Youth League, my boyhood left me as the passing sun and moon passed by, and my youth was waving to me enthusiastically. There is no sadness and extreme reluctance in literature and works. I just want to use the little words I planted this year to commemorate my carefree boyhood and welcome the third grade of junior high school that people call war and chaos.
I am looking forward to my own transformation. In just this year, I think I have changed a lot, but I don’t know exactly what I have changed, so I am moving forward in confusion bit by bit. For the essays written in school, the scores jumped slightly around 34 points, but the amplitude was not large, and it was much more stable than in the first grade of junior high school. I'm making progress.
Even though my teachers always comment on my writing as "unpretentious" and "true and sincere", when I read those with beautiful words, I always feel a bit of envy in my heart. I am also hoping and working hard.
Although my boyhood is far away from me, at the same time, the childish and innocent language is also waving goodbye to me. I'm growing.
I would like to dedicate this book to my boyhood. Composition 4 for the second grade of junior high school
Young man, do you know that youth is infinitely good and the future is infinitely beautiful? Young man, please don’t lose yourself on the road of youth. ——Inscription
Under the sun, his figure is as beautiful as before, but it lacks the vigor and vitality of the past and is a little more melancholy.
"Hi, Anze, how are you?"
"It's nothing bad, it's just that I need someone to eat!" He smiled disdainfully.
"Anze, you have changed."
"Xiaoyi, everyone changes." He turned his head and looked into my eyes, "She abandoned her family for money, she abandoned her own flesh and blood, and she watched her husband of many years go to the hospital and ignore him. It was her who made me understand the harshness of the world!" Then! Anze patted me on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "My little art should always be so pure! Haha!"
Since then, I have never heard of Anze again. The news was that he had transferred to another school. Some people say that he gave up his excellent studies and went to work, some say that his wealthy relatives sent him to study abroad, and some say that he killed his mother and went to a labor camp.
There are various opinions, I am worried, my Anze, God has given you too much unfairness.
In the past, Anze had neither melancholy nor cruel words. In the past, Anze was as happy as us, with a happy family and parents who loved him.
But a sudden bad luck killed this beautiful young man. That day, there was a thunderstorm, and the shocking red color on the road made people tremble when they saw it. Misfortune befell this young man - Anze's father had a car accident.
The smell of disinfectant filled the entire hospital. Anze's mother threw away the divorce agreement, took her property and ran away. Anze looked at his mother's back without saying a word, as if nothing happened. Since then, I can no longer find the Anze I used to be.
I thought we would never meet again, but today, a few years later, I met you again, Anze. You succeeded. You are no longer the innocent and ignorant boy you were before. You have attracted attention. However, you are no longer Anze. When I watched you publicly humiliate your old grandmother, I knew you had changed. I watched you throw money at this poor old man and ignore his cries and pleas. You said coldly, you have nothing to do with each other. Anze, is your heart really not fluttering at all? After all, this old man held you in the palm of his hand. Anze, how can you be so cold?
Fortunately, my Anze, you have not forgotten me. When you see me in the crowd, walk towards me and smile brightly, as if what just happened never happened.
Anze, I think I will never forget what you said. You said that you transferred to another school and studied hard just for that moment. You also said that you will kill everyone who has ever made fun of you. Anze, do you know how cold your eyes are when you say these words? It made me tremble.
That day I looked at your retreating back, and tears fell down my cheeks. My Anze, you are no longer my Anze. Your eyes are blinded by hatred, and you have lost yourself on the rugged road of youth.
God is always so unfair. Some people are so happy that they make people jealous, while others are so miserable that they make people cry. But my Anze makes people sad. Junior Grade 2 Composition 5
Teenager:
Times have changed, are you okay?
When time has worn away your edges and corners, are you as exaggerated and hip-hop as before; when time has washed away your voice and appearance, are you smiling as calmly as before? Young man, because you accompany me to watch the fleeting moments of youth in this life, I have the courage to believe in myself and fight for the future.
Boy, the sun rises and sets, the moon appears and disappears in 365 days. With you by your side, I won’t be lonely.
Do you still remember that silly girl who was just transferred here who was clumsy and dull as a chicken? A newborn calf has an ignorant and childish heart. The unsuitability to the environment quickly separated her from the class. Her grades fell from the top to the bottom. Her mood at this moment naturally plummeted. Some people say that smiling does not mean happiness. I only know that her face has never changed. Less than a smile.
What students strive for is their grades, and you are the only one who has the patience for her diligent questioning. Counting every detail of the passing years, your patience is like a gurgling stream, clear and safe. After a period of time together, we have developed the truest friendship in our hearts. You will go home together and discuss the memories of the day. You will sneak into the park to play in the water in the name of finding a cram school. You will discuss the anime series on TV. It's so fun that you will compete with each other based on your results. Even though you win every time, she will bring her mother's new cakes to your home, and your mother will smile in return; you will come home every week to serve her. Her mother is grateful for her tutoring; you will take the notes you prepared yesterday and concentrate on giving her lectures under the bustling sycamore tree every time. The warm white shirt, the wood-colored buttons, and the momentary warmth have long been felt. Another life.
"Will we be together forever?"
"Yes."
The promise once was beautiful, but it was hard to say a beautiful word.
Time is quiet and peaceful.
More than half of the time has passed, and the hourglass you gave me in the house has dropped half of the bottle. Half a year has passed by leisurely, calmly and without ripples. However, in the dullness of this day, there are layers of waves brewing.
Faced with the rumors in the class, the class teacher’s suspicion was unearthed. The seats between you were almost at the southeast corner, and the crowds hindered the pure friendship. Even if they meet, there are only a few greetings.
That’s it, goodbye. Yes, she is me, the girl who met you and experienced you. ( )
Now, we have gone our separate ways, but I am still grateful to you. Thank you for allowing me to remember you on the road of my growth, thank you for always supporting me on my lost road, thank you for letting me know how to work hard and enterprising.
The passing years are desolate, but there is hidden warmth that warms the heart. In summer, there are still kites flying, so let it carry this letter to your hands in the distance. I hope you will be there by then. I can still recall the memories of dependence.
As the world moves forward, I hope you are well in my heart.
If you are well, it will be a sunny day.
July 26, 20xx Junior Grade 2 Composition 6
The arrival of May is also the beginning of summer. The white shirt was soaked in the warm air, and the hair was dyed pale gold by the sun. As the basketball bounced and the backboard swayed, sweat gleamed into the air. This place carries dreams, we are teenagers.
After entering the school and getting familiar with everyone, you will no longer feel nervous and shy when you first entered the school, and will be replaced by more laughter. You still remember the slight sweat on your palms and pursed lips when you arrived in a new environment. And those friends who were closest to you during your student days will still be clearly remembered by you many years later.
I still remember one time, she brought her white Polaroid to school in the afternoon, and she pulled the two of us to the playground to take pictures with her during class break. Under her leadership, we almost never noticed how quiet and gentle the sunlight at four or five o'clock in the afternoon was cut into by the bright green leaves into fine spots on the ground. What are the white flowers falling under the window of the university hall? What are the names? This afternoon I found the answers one by one in the film, like discovering treasures one by one. There are cherry blossoms and mountain peach blossoms on the far left side of the small garden, and next to it is a small house painted in light green. A friend stood under the cherry blossom tree, holding the branches with his hands and smiling brightly. Many tiny petals were blown down by the wind, and some fell on my friend's black hair. She took a Polaroid to record this inexplicably beautiful scene. The photo is with her, but that scene and that afternoon are recorded in my heart. I smelled the smell of summer and youth from there. We were full of vigor and smiles like flowers.
What is engraved in my mind are often pictures that I did not deliberately remember, but they remain deeply in my mind. One noon, the girls from Class 7 and I went to the university hall to return books. While she was looking for a cabinet, I slowly observed the classroom. Without exception, there were piles of books piled high on the corner of every table, and the open notebooks were filled with incomprehensible formulas. The windows of the university hall are very large, and the sunlight comes in and shines on the blackboard, the stools, and the dusty and slightly dirty glass. I walked past the window, and the wooden floor creaked under my feet. Fine dust and chalk dust floated in the air. The national flag and red Song font on the blackboard were particularly eye-catching.
I can feel that the unswerving faith in the students sitting here who have devoted themselves to their dreams seems to be erupting from the black handwriting in the books on the corner of the table in the next second. out. At the same time, they are teenagers, they are young, and this is their small beginning for their dreams and future, which is their most proud and precious capital.
We are teenagers, this is our beginning. What is left to us during this period, when we grow up, work and live, and even when wrinkles and gray hair begin to erode us little by little, will be like the most exquisite and precious postcards, collecting us vaguely and unforgettable The memory will never fade. This is the beginning and it will never end, but youth is eternal and our youth is eternal. Junior Grade 2 Composition 7
He stood there for a long time, in front of the very familiar wall covered with cow dung, his tears falling drop by drop, moistening the soil under his feet. Today, ten years later, the feeling of standing here is different.
Ten years ago, he set his goal here to become a college student. Since then he has transformed from a little scoundrel into a hard-working student.
That night, his mother fell heavily due to long-term hard work. Her last words when she closed her eyes were to let him study hard and get rid of the curse of the family being farmers. After the mother who loves him most passes away, who will take care of him? Under the blow of the violent rainstorm, he knelt on the cursed wall and solemnly vowed to get rid of this abominable curse and become the first college student in his family!
In the school, the table that was covered with cobwebs because it had not been used for a long time suddenly took on a new look. The figure that had been gradually forgotten because it had not come to school for a long time appeared again in the eyes of the students. Before his eyes, his eyes became so determined during class, and his grades soared like a rocket. Whenever he had doubts about his confidence, he would punish himself in front of that wall and repeat his oath until he was confident in himself again.
During that time, everyone thought he was crazy. People were playing in their spare time, while he used his extremely pitiful spare time to read Chinese and English. On the mountain path from school to home, he kept reading and memorizing books. No one was not touched by his efforts. After returning home, he still had to cut firewood to cook. When people were eating, he was still working hard to light a fire to cook. When his free time was far less than others, he did not give up and always kept his goal in mind. It was this kind of perseverance that allowed him to overcome many difficulties and finally get admitted to his ideal university.
Recalling his own previous stories, he also felt a little funny, but no matter what, he succeeded! Breaking the curse and becoming a contributor to the motherland! He completed the task given to him by his mother! He showed his own style! Junior Grade 2 Composition 8
Every one of us has a dream, a dream of our own, and it must be a very great dream.
We live for our dreams, work hard for our dreams, and struggle. Finally, through continuous efforts, our dreams come true. And my dream is to be a gourmet, a gourmet who can eat wherever he goes.
In my opinion, being a gourmet is the best profession in the world! Especially traveling gourmets, they can enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature while traveling around, broaden their horizons and enjoy delicious food. Moreover, they can also make many new friends from different places during the trip. That’s why I like the career of a traveling foodie so much.
However, it’s easy to be relaxed. If you want to realize your dream, you must work hard. Even if your dream is to be a gourmet, you still have to work hard. In fact, being a gourmet is not as easy as you think. To be a gourmet, especially a traveling gourmet, you not only have to eat, drink, and travel, but you also have to have an artist's color matching and aesthetic vision, because only in this way can you make things that are pleasing to the eye. Appetizing food, on the contrary, if you make food that makes people think...um...! Well, I believe that no matter how delicious it is, not many people will like it. Not only that, you also need to have a sense of smell like a dog. Only in this way can you smell the food and judge whether it is delicious. On the contrary, if your sense of smell is not very good, then you are most likely to If you smell something bad and eat something unpleasant, well... then the consequences will be serious...! Finally, you must have a great sense of taste, because a great sense of taste allows you to know whether the food is delicious or unpleasant after one bite. So, if you have the three senses of vision, taste and smell, then you will definitely be able to make top-notch food with excellent aroma and taste! Of course, this also means that you can judge and eat top-quality food at the first time (it also helps you prevent eating terrible food!
How about you listen to my explanation? I’m also beginning to think that the foodie profession is not easy to do! (But there really seems to be nothing to do these days!) However, I believe that if you are willing to do what I say, then you will definitely become a very good one! Foodie. Moreover, I also believe that as long as I keep working hard and work hard, I believe that my future is not a dream!
I would rather be a human being with dreams and dreams. The smallest person who fulfills his dream wishes rather than be a great person without dreams and wishes. ——Kibran
The dream of a boy is a colorful dream; the song of a boy is joy. Songs; a series of young people’s footprints, a pile of young people’s stories. In those colorful years of youth, many things happened, and there were many dreams.
In my dream, I was a poet. Use words to interpret dreams and use passion to ignite hope. Without poets, the world will be sad. I want to become a poet and use words to point the way forward for confused people. Use words to bring hope to the desperate people. Bring courage to more people.
In the dream, I am the spring breeze, conveying true love in the world, conveying beautiful blessings, conveying ardent hope. It blows through the ice and snow, and the ice and snow melt; The flowers have turned red; the grass has turned green; I would like to turn into a spring breeze and stay in the world forever, making the earth full of vitality.
In the dream, I have a pair of wings, taking me to fly. Fly to the beach, see how vast the sea is, look, the fish are playing happily, in the dream I have a pair of wings, a pair of flawless white wings, take me to fly, fly to the mountain forest, see the mountains so calm, the bridges and trees have changed and grown; In the dream, I have a pair of wings that take me to fly to the grassland. I see the grass is so green and the horses run freely.
In the dream, I am a life in nature. Although it is small, it is beautiful. But I have a broad heart. With my heart, I can feel the breadth and vastness of the sea, I can see the majesty and beauty of the mountains, and I can feel the beauty and depth of the sky. Although I am small, I am indispensable in nature. A copy. The quiet and elegant stream strives endlessly, because the clean blue sea is its dream; the fresh and rich flowers are overflowing with fragrance, because it is its dream to embellish the spring; the elegant white clouds are rich in color and light ink, because the blue sky is its dream. It's a dream. Dreams can ignite passion and strive for life to realize dreams!
Because of dreams, we have ideals, and because of ideals, we are fearless.
Strip away dreams, ideals, and fantasies, and life is just a bunch of empty shelves. Composition for the second grade of junior high school 10
On the way of growing up, there will always be some trivial things that often linger in the minds of young people, and these things are often difficult to find. Forgotten, but rarely known. And I also have something on my mind that I still remember clearly.
When I was in elementary school, I was very playful. During the summer vacation, I had very little homework, so I played every day. I just sit at the computer desk and play computer games eagerly all day long. During that time, I was like a drug addict. Once I finished lunch, I would sit down on the bench and play computer games all afternoon. It's like "having no ears to hear what's going on outside the window, and only reading the books of sages."
In order to stop my "crazy behavior", my parents had to implement a new policy for me, which was to take away the charger when I went to work. This was undoubtedly a blow to me who was addicted to playing with computers, but my parents I still have to listen to what "adults" say, after all, they are parents!
So the time I spent playing computer games for at least 3 or 4 hours a day suddenly shrunk to 30 or 40 minutes, which made me extremely helpless. At that time, I was really listless every day. During my lunch break, when I could play on the computer, I carefully "treasured" every minute and every second of the half hour, but it was nothing if I blinked my eyes. Less than half an hour has passed!
On this day, after finishing playing the game, I was so bored that I had to turn on the TV to watch TV, but! However, the remote control is gone. How can I watch TV without it? Yes, I can’t even watch TV. Isn’t this boring? I must find it. Be sure to find out!
So I searched every corner and every room. Suddenly my eyes turned to a white plastic bag in the corner. The bag was torn and it looked like no one would put it there. , but where can I be unsure? You don’t know what’s inside, but you’ll only know after looking at it. I picked up the plastic bag with a knot on it and patiently untied it. When I opened it, I saw that there was no remote control inside, but there was something that made my heart beat. It was nothing else but a computer charger. I carefully took it out and looked at it, unable to believe my eyes. At that time, I picked up the charger and started playing with the computer. After playing for a while, I forgot why I stopped playing.
Maybe it’s because I was condemned by my conscience, or maybe I didn’t have the courage to do bad things when I was young.
I didn’t sleep well that night. I thought about this and that, and the next day, I finally confessed, and I seemed to feel a lot more relaxed after I finished speaking. I also really felt the importance of honesty.
It was such an incident that made me realize that "if you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." This incident has also become a concern for me, and it always reminds me of my honest concerns.