Junior one students' composition

No matter in school or in society, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. A composition needs a complete text structure, so it is necessary to avoid a composition without an end. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my carefully arranged composition of first-year students, hoping to help everyone.

1 The Chinese dream is like the Milky Way in the sky, which is boundless, while the dreams of hundreds of millions of China people in Qian Qian are like the little stars in the Milky Way, which are all indispensable parts of the Chinese dream. The dream of a powerful China and the dream of a beautiful China depend on us to fight for it.

The first time I felt the power from my dreams, I was watching the first issue of China's Got Talent. I was shocked when I saw Liu Wei playing the piano with both feet. A man without arms, what makes him a "talent" in China? With the deepening of understanding, I found that this broken-winged angel never gave up her dream and made unremitting efforts to realize it. "There are only two ways in my life, either to die quickly or to live wonderfully." This powerful oath makes us believe that this tenacious dream catcher will continue to work hard to realize his dream.

In fact, everyone has a dream, but not everyone can stick to it. Now we all know that pollution has become a serious problem threatening human survival. Blue sky and white clouds are a beautiful dream in everyone's heart, but in practice, we often throw this beautiful dream away. I have observed that there is basically no littering around the trash can at the bus station. Even when littering, people will deliberately distinguish between recyclable and non-recyclable, but in the lawn far from the trash can, littered plastic bags and waste paper are often found. Why do people have two different reactions in different positions? The root cause is still not lasting enough.

As middle school students, we are the future and hope of our motherland. We should have beautiful and lofty dreams, study cultural knowledge hard, follow our dreams step by step like Wei Liu, and strive to become the brightest "star" in the galaxy.

Composition 2 of junior one students We usually read books, newspapers, letters and compositions without Chinese characters.

Chinese characters are not only magical and interesting, but also have a long history and contain this rich culture! Some people say that Chinese characters can be called the fifth invention of China. Every word of it has a story. It records the history of our nation's material spirit, and it is an elf containing the unique aesthetic character of the Chinese nation. Chinese characters are not rigid inanimate symbols, but have images, colors and smells. Let's continue to learn Chinese characters and enter the colorful world of Chinese characters.

From the evolution of Oracle Bone Inscriptions, inscriptions on bronze, seal script, official script, cursive script, regular script and running script, it can be seen that the change of Chinese character form is from complex to simple, and the appearance of each new word has changed the characteristics of the previous one that is difficult to write and remember. At the same time, Chinese characters tend to be stereotyped and standardized. The development of Chinese characters is gradually from images to symbols, from more strokes to simpler strokes, and writing is faster and more convenient.

There are many typos in street advertisements. The investigation found that all kinds of signboards and advertisements on the street were not standardized, some deliberately used typos, and some changed idioms with homophones.

One of the key points of some storefront advertisements is that there are typos and simplified words. For example, the words "tire inflation" are written as "tire inflation" and "furniture" is written as "furniture". Some shops write "retail" as "for sale", "stall" as "stall", and so on. There are too many cases where simplified characters are abused. Have you ever thought about us students and children?

We should keep the national language. As a symbol of a nation, nothing is more important than language. French writer Dodd has a famous saying: "People who die and become slaves, even if they firmly master their own language, are like mastering the key to opening the prison door." There is a Salvadoran proverb that says: "Language will not die, and the nation will not die."

Junior one students' composition 3 "Run forward and face cold eyes and ridicule". This is a lyric in the dream-chasing heart.

There is always a kind of motivation that makes us run forward without hesitation.

In life, only with motivation can life be enriched, otherwise there will be nothing to do every day, so what's the difference between living and dying?

For me, these motivations in my life come from many sources. Friends, parents and classmates. These people will give me great motivation.

If the present society does not "run", it will fall behind and be looked down upon by others. So try to "run forward" and don't be afraid of the hardships along the way, because a small setback is not important, what is important is to run to the finish line and win.

During the examination, I often encounter many difficulties. Especially in the math exam, a series of complicated questions are in front of me, which makes me wonder where to start. Whenever I choose to give up, there is always an unknown motivation to push me forward. Thought of here, I began to think again, and soon succeeded. I think this kind of motivation should be our own motivation, because doing well in the exam every time is what our students want most, so we will work hard to do well in the exam.

Looking forward to the journey of life, there are still many difficulties waiting for us to overcome and many dangers waiting for us to experience. In the face of these things, will we fall or retreat? Don't! In dealing with these things, only by running forward can we overcome these difficulties and reach the other side of victory.

At present we are only 14 and 15 years old. At our age, we should run as hard as we can, because only by running now, the road will not be too bumpy when we grow up, and it will not be difficult to reach the other side of victory.

Run, running can let us harvest the joy of success faster; Running, running can make our life more exciting.

Run, run out of our world, and let us have a beautiful environment.

Without hesitation: run! Run! Run! To pursue our dreams together.

A beautiful song, a beautiful dance and a happy trip will remind me of an unforgettable memory with her.

She is my dance teacher. You can not only dance, but also sing and play the piano. At that time, the teacher often talked about going outdoors to practice dancing. Soon, the teacher turned this idea into reality. We walked on a small road in the country. There are bells and flowers on the roadside, and the breeze is blowing slowly, mixed with the smell of earth and flowers.

When we reached a cement road in the middle of the wheat field, the wheat grew on the only brown soil on the roadside, and it was crowded with paths in the wheat field.

We practiced on this path for a long time, but what impressed me most was what the teacher said to me after we returned to the dance class.

On the way back, we were all tired. Seeing this, the teacher told us with expectant eyes who would get home first and send a small red flower to whom. Suddenly, several students rushed to the front, and I said no coldly, and several other students echoed. The teacher just gave me a hard look and went back without looking back.

When we slowly arrived at the dance studio, the teacher severely criticized us, and then sent a small red flower to other students. At that time, I felt a sour feeling when I looked at those classmates with air. After school, the teacher deliberately left me alone and said not to let the teacher look at you with other people's eyes.

On the way home, I recalled what happened today, combined with what the teacher said. I secretly decided in my mind that I should only work hard for my future and not wait until I look back later to regret it.

I have a cousin. Sometimes he is easy to approach, but sometimes he is disgusting.

A belt that doesn't fit well, a thief's bright eyes and a collapsed nose support an image of playing around. This is my cousin.

One day, my mother bought a brand-new giant bike for my cousin. My cousin likes the new and hates the old, and gave me his old bike, but he showed off his new bike happily. But my heart is secretly pleased, because my cousin's new bike has no fender, and when riding in a place with water, sewage will splash on him ... but after all, my cousin found out the secret, so he "robbed Peter to pay Paul" and removed the fender of my bike and put it on his new bike. No matter how I protested, it was useless, so I had to sulk and go back to the house angrily. ( )

Another time, when my parents were not at home, my cousin forced me into the kitchen and asked me to make lunch for him. Poor thing, I had to use my little cooking skills to finish this lunch, but my cousin calmly returned to the living room to watch TV. I cut vegetables with a knife angrily. At the thought of this hateful cousin, the action of chopping becomes chopping. The poor cutting board was "beaten black and blue" by me. I was careless and my thumb was cut off. Fortunately, I reacted in time and only cut off my nails, but I still cried. My cousin heard the news and saw my injured finger. He quickly took me to the clinic in the community and stopped the bleeding. The doctor said, "A little later, I will lose my thumb." Looking at my nervous cousin, I thank him from my heart.

This is my cousin, hateful and respectable. Do you feel like him?

I don't like foreigners and I'm always biased against them. In my impression, they always wear dirty clothes, smell bad, and speak an incomprehensible "foreign language", which makes me sick. Every time I see them, I always avoid them.

I was very unhappy when I first started school. The thought of going to such a remote school and knowing so many foreign students reminded me of my nostalgia for primary school. However, I still have to go to school, and I still have to face and contact my classmates. ...

So, I gradually got to know Li Pang, Wen Li and Bo Yang Jiao ... Yes! They do come from other places, but they also live here. They are well dressed and speak standard Mandarin. My dislike for outsiders seems to have been blown away by the breeze.

At the sports meeting, they ran hard for the honor of the class, surpassed themselves and ran the best results. They won honor for themselves and their class. Do we still hate them?

When a new book is published, it is always the first to move, once or twice. They can't have left, but they are still so active. Do we still hate those who serve the class?

Get along together and study together; Help together, play together ... gradually, we became friends from ordinary classmates. Although some of them have poor academic performance, they will actively serve the class and strive to win glory for the class; Although some of them can't help, they are very disciplined and don't let the class lose face. ...

Yes, some migrant workers have no bright and fashionable clothes and no more education, but they have a simple heart. Although they don't belong to this city, they struggle here and contribute to the construction of this city. ...

To know a person, you can't just rely on feelings. You should get to know him first and then draw a conclusion. We should not only look at his appearance, but also pay attention to his contribution to society. Moreover, we should not be biased against people, we should not only see his shortcomings, but also find his advantages.

Composition 7 of junior one students strolled through the empty campus, savoring the feeling of time passing by in their hands. Looking back, you have become the past. Dear senior one, is it time to say goodbye?

However, we met yesterday. Opportunity brings us hand in hand, and fate brings us together. Dear students, thank you for your company. We walked through Grade One together. Don't forget our vigorous posture and sweat in the sports meeting, for the sake of the collective and honor; Don't forget our happy smiling faces at the New Year's Day party, and freeze them into photos of Yongheng Zhang under the flash. Naive smile, warm greetings, naughty words, naughty, lovely and "hateful" you, flowing in my life, sealed in my memory.

Dear teacher, thank you for your one-year teaching, leading me to the road of knowledge and giving me the correct navigation mark. A year of study and life, when I was confused, you led me out of the fog; When I was depressed, you gave me motivation to move forward. With you, I not only roam freely in the ocean of knowledge, but also cut off thorns on the road of life and keep moving forward. Encourage smile, kind words, build a bridge to the ideal, weave the place where the dream begins.

The busyness and enrichment of the first day gave me a lot of exercise. Exams again and again, competitions again and again, let me taste the taste of hard work. There is sweat, tears, hardships, but full of happiness! The process of learning is also a process of challenging yourself. As I grow and change, I will stand more stable and confident. The first day, a new starting point, starting from the starting point, chasing dreams and going forward bravely!

Dear senior one, I have learned a lot because of you. I review the gains and losses of the past year and look at the "holiday notice" in my hand. I'm not disappointed-it's time to leave. The report card of the final exam has been sent out. I know, this is the summary of the year, and it is also the best farewell gift for you. But! No matter whether the results are good or bad, success or failure, I will face it calmly-I will have no regrets if I work hard!

Say goodbye to you today, everything will become a historical memory, and I will move on. Yes, let life be like an endless river, take a deep breath and move on!

Then, let me say to you with a smile-goodbye, the first day!

Senior one students' hands are like dead wood, and their veins are clearly visible. Age spots climb up quietly, followed by waves of wrinkles, which makes people sad. Fingers are thick and short, with calluses inside and outside. The round fingertips are like a half cocoon with nails, and the whole looks like a small rake made of branches. Those hands, grandpa's hands.

Grandpa's hands are rough, but clean. When I was a child, my hands were always dirty, and my grandfather couldn't stand it. He took my hand and washed it. As soon as the tap was turned on, the clear water flowed into my grandfather's hand and turned it over slowly, making my hands wet. When I raised my hand, water droplets flowed through my fingertips. Grandpa picked up the soap and wiped it with his hand. Suddenly, the soap slipped down. Grandpa sighed helplessly and took my hand to wash.

Callus-covered hands rubbed against a pair of tender hands, and a bunch of bubbles formed. I'm glad to see more and more bubbles. But all of a sudden, a pair of vicissitudes of life hands lost foam, "Oh …" I pursed my lips and began to watch those big hands slowly rubbing against the other small hand, which was very comfortable, like giving me a hand massage.

Clear water washed away the foam on my hand again. Grandpa's beige hand began to pick up my hand and rub, rub and even fork my fingers, holding one of my fingers and rushing, just one by one. Finally finished washing, grandpa picked up a soft towel and wiped my palm, back of hand and fingers, then grabbed my hand and wiped it carefully, looked at my hand again, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Now that I have grown up, my grandfather no longer washes his hands, but I don't feel that comfortable anymore. ...

Think of grandpa's hands, those hands covered with blue veins and wrinkles, where the bread contains the hardships and happiness he has paid for educating his children and living.

The soft light shines on the tables and chairs at night, and I can vaguely hear the falling rain. I savored this text with tears in my eyes. I was moved by this maternal love and this great maternal love. This sentence contains affectionate words, as if bringing my thoughts to the text. When her son encounters setbacks again, the mother loves a ray of warm sunshine like love, shining in her son's heart. If the biting winter is not cold, the son will have infinite strength and become more confident.

All the mothers in the world are so great, and my mother has given me endless love. One night, I racked my brains to think about a problem. With a big smile on her face, my mother comforted me with a red apple and a glass of milk, saying that it was not urgent to write slowly. I ate apples and drank milk with relish, without even saying thank you. At that time, I always took it for granted that my mother took care of me. After reading this article, I finally understand that my mother's love is like a small apple, so sweet and delicious. It turns out that maternal love is like a cup of hot milk, so pure, so simple and so unpretentious. My mother's love is the source of my life. If I lose my maternal love, it's like spring without vitality, summer without rainbow, autumn without red leaves, winter without snowflakes, and everything loses its gorgeous color.

My mother not only gave me care, but also gave me encouragement. Once I lost in a competition, and I was very sad. It was my mother who gave me encouragement. Ah! I suddenly felt a warm current surging in my chest, and a warm current of love surging in my chest. How warm love is! My mother's encouraging love, like a magical band-aid, healed my wounds and made me more confident; My mother's love for me, like a light rain, moistens everything and my heart; My mother's encouraging love, like a pair of warm big hands, melted my cold heart.

"But how many inches of grass can love give the sun's rays? I will never forget my mother's concern and encouragement.

Write 10 for the first grade students. Recalling the experience of that day, although it was near misses, I still couldn't help shivering. ...

I remember that day, my mother bought me a pair of long-awaited roller skates. I put them on and fly freely in the community like a bird.

There are not many people in the community at night, so I walk very fast. Suddenly, I saw a downhill slope. I didn't pay much attention, so I slipped down unexpectedly, faster and faster. I can hardly control my feet! God just added fuel to the fire. Three or four meters away from this downhill slope, there is a manhole with a half-open mouth and a half-cocked lid. I panicked and started shaking it desperately, trying to stop the skates, but the more I shook it, the faster the skates slipped. I'm scared to death. In my panic, I suddenly remembered that my mother often said to me, "No matter what happens, don't panic." With this sentence, I feel that my mother is around. I calmed down and tried my best to make my brain turn. However, when I look at the manhole getting closer and closer, my brain is still blank, and some common methods are gone now. I've been sweating all over, trembling, and my feet are shaking from side to side again. My body seems out of balance. I think everything is in vain. I have closed my eyes and dare not.

Somehow, my foot tripped and my direction changed. I didn't realize it, because at that time, I had already started screaming: "Ah! ! "Screaming seems to share my pain. I was knocked down. I slowly broke my eyes on the ground, only to find that I tripped over the manhole cover. It was because of the change of direction that I didn't fall into CMC. I looked back and found a stone as big as a fist, which saved my life! Thank you very much! Looking at the CMC, my hair stood on end and I got up quickly. I found that everything was all right except a little skin on my hand, so I went home in a daze.

This is really an experience that I will never forget.

What is the dream of junior one students' composition 1 1? For Helen. For Keller, dreams are the spiritual pillar of never giving up and struggling bravely. For patriotic Einstein, dreams are constant breakthroughs, constant exploration, rich imagination and bold creation. For those who face setbacks, dreams are the belief that they will never give up. Dreams are everywhere, with each of us. Dream is beautiful, it is the truest call in everyone's heart; The dream is sunny, which strengthens the goal in everyone's heart; Dreams are powerful and the source of everyone's motivation. Big dreams can stimulate a person's life potential.

"I have a dream", this is Martin. Luther King's famous speech described the American dream in his mind. Pursuing the dream of fairness and justice without discrimination and prejudice is precisely because of this pursuit and persistence that the United States has become powerful today.

God didn't give us wings, but gave us a flying heart and a dreaming brain. Therefore, we have an "invisible wing", which will take us to find the figure of our dreams. The wisdom of young people makes the country wise, and the strength of young people makes the country strong. Since ancient times, how many heroic sons and daughters have struggled for their dreams in the land of the Chinese nation? They combined their dreams with those of China and created one miracle after another.

The bits and pieces of history are like sand shells scattered on the vast beach. I walked quietly, greedily looking at these glittering and precious treasures, and sometimes I picked up one or two shells that touched my heart, gave them a dream and squatted down to put them on.

As the tide rises and falls, I sit on the vast beach and look at the bustling China. The sun shone on me through the clouds. I stood up, my mouth slightly open, with a strong, glorious and unforgettable thought. I gently picked up a few shells, treasured them and encouraged myself.

Composition of Junior One Students 12 Last night, it rained all night.

I got up this morning, opened the window and saw only some raindrops floating in the air.

After washing and changing clothes, I went out for a walk.

How wonderful this feeling is! The rain gently patted my face, cool, moist and comfortable.

At the corner, I met my sixth-grade deskmate Ting and stopped to say hello to her. "What happened?" "It's okay. What about you? " ..... Long time no see, we are very affectionate. When breaking up, Ting took out an extremely delicate little apple from her bag: "I know, hello!" " "Then push it to me, waved away.

How tempting this apple is! The red skin is full and round with purple luster. I put the apple in my coat pocket and walked on.

Passing a small book stall, the old man who set up the stall whispered, "Buy books …" I stopped and bought a copy of La Traviata for ten dollars. The old man blushed with gratitude and whispered, "Thank you." I smiled and left with the book.

I'm taking my time. At the end of the road, there is a lake. I stepped on the green grass by the lake, sat cross-legged and opened La Traviata. The rain gently wet the pages, and the faint smell of book ink and grass, mixed with the smell of lake water and rain, and the fragrance of earth, was great.

After reading it for a long time, I closed the page, and a ray of sunshine refracted on the lake, and the green light was slightly blue, which was beautiful.

I took out the apple, washed it with the lake, and took a bite, which was sweet and crisp. With the cries of birds and animals, I felt my heart was baptized in an instant.

The highest state of life should be like this.

Junior one student composition 13 Each of us has something to rely on, and our parents and teachers are our dependence. We are all thriving and carefree under their broad shoulders. But sometimes dependence will bring a relaxed psychology to a person, just like the two people in the following story.

Three travelers checked into a hotel at the same time. When going out in the morning, one traveler brought an umbrella, another traveler brought a cane, and the other traveler brought nothing. When I came back in the evening, the umbrella bearer was wet by the rain, and the man on crutches fell "black and blue", but the third person was safe and sound. So the first two travelers were puzzled and asked the third traveler. The third traveler did not answer, but asked the traveler with an umbrella: "Why did you get wet and didn't fall?" The traveler with an umbrella said, "When the rain came, I walked boldly in the rain because I had an umbrella, but I didn't know how to get wet. When I walked on the muddy and rugged road, I walked very carefully because I didn't have a crutch, so I chose a flat place to walk, so I didn't fall. " The third traveler asked the traveler on crutches again, "Why didn't you get wet and fall?" The traveler on crutches said, "When the rain came, I chose a place to shelter from the rain because I didn't have an umbrella, so I didn't get wet;" When I walk on the muddy and rugged road, I can shuttle freely on the road because of crutches. I don't know why I always fall down. The third traveler said, "that's why you got wet with an umbrella and fell down with a cane, but I was safe." "When it rains, I hide, and I walk carefully on the bumpy road, neither wet nor painful. Your mistake is because you have the advantage of relying on it, and you think that with the advantage, you will have no worries. "

The advantage in the story is what we call dependence. Many times, we don't fall on our own shortcomings, but on our own strengths, because defects often remind us, and strengths often make us get carried away, and so does dependence.

Junior one students' composition 14 "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ..."

The girl in the spring breeze flies freely and sings the songs of spring.

In the rape field, a red sun rises slowly from the distant horizon, emitting dazzling light. Several children appeared in the field, dressed in simple and elegant clothes and holding kites.

A few days ago, this rape field was still green, and the rape flower buds expanded greatly, as if they would open at the touch. In an instant, all the buds in the rape field opened. Hard-working bees and butterflies danced among the flowers, and the cauliflower was covered with crystal dew, which gave rape a natural dew bath and made the flower fragrance stronger, brighter and more attractive. It also highlights the beauty of flowers. A spring breeze swept by, and rape flowers swayed with the wind, as if dancing with bees and butterflies! The golden flowers are ups and downs, one by one, layer by layer, just like the golden ocean, so beautiful and charming!

The children packed their kites and prepared to fly them! One is holding a kite, the other is holding a thread, flying in the ocean of flowers, which is manual labor! All the children are sweating, but they don't feel tired at all, and their mouths are smiling. The whole stadium is full of children's laughter. What a vibrant scene!

Tired from running, my hands are sore, and my parents pass water and rice to my children. The children were hungry, so they wolfed down their food.

After eating and drinking, they play their own games. The boy shuttled through the rape bushes, catching butterflies and grasshoppers, and he was very happy. The girls were fascinated by the beautiful scenery. The wildflowers on the roadside are vaguely in the hazy fog, like shy little girls. But I still can't hide that beauty.

"Shout, shout, shout ..."

Miss Chun sang another touching song, which floated in the field for a long time.

I am a schoolbag, a very ordinary schoolbag. I have no friends-clothes, such gorgeous clothes, only simplicity. It is my mark to spend a little time being cute and funny.

My troubles. As a schoolbag, I also have troubles that belong to our schoolbag: my master is a slovenly person. Every time my host eats a snack bag, he will throw it into my mouth without hesitation. Suddenly, the smell of thunder and lightning will fall on my taste buds like a storm, making me a "sibling" of my master. Even the book teacher who lives in my house has repeatedly criticized me, saying that I am too sloppy and should pay attention to hygiene! I'm really "dumb eating coptis chinensis-I can't tell you how bitter it is"! I really want to rush up to the book teacher and say, "Wrong, wrong, wrong, not my fault!" " Now, my pen sister ignores me, and even my last brother, the exercise book, made a detour when he saw me! Hey! What sin did I commit in my previous life! I want to carry this black and rotten pot for my master!

I have self-esteem. In my life, I naturally have my pride. The wise mentor of the master-books; An indispensable "personal bodyguard" in study-pencil eraser; Rain is a necessary tool-umbrella; A "little cotton-padded jacket" when thirsty-a warm cup; Beautiful and exquisite "storage box"-stationery bag; Silent "Chinese teacher"-dictionary? They all lived in my "box" without any exposure. If the host is without me, hehe, it will be inconvenient to go to school! Also, the honor of the host-recommend friends, often come to my place as a guest! Hum! This can be attributed to my good storage function!

But ... the schoolbag has something to say: "Master! Don't get me dirty in the future, okay? " You know, your convenience is based on my pain! My friends don't like me anymore. Don't you want to see me alone without friends?