Junior high school grade one composition

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my carefully arranged composition about senior one. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Children are angels sent by God. They are pure, kind and lovely. In their world, everything is as beautiful as a fairy tale and almost carefree to outsiders, but life is not a fairy tale and children will be misunderstood.

When I was born, I couldn't speak in language, and many things I wanted to express were difficult for my elders to understand. Sometimes children will cry loudly, and elders will think that they are going to the toilet or hungry, and they will immediately solve it with adult thinking, thus misunderstanding the child's original intention, but no one can really know whether they have misunderstood the child, because at that time the child was too young and could only be in a vague state of half misunderstanding and half understanding.

With the growth of age, children can express themselves, but the constraints of elders are gradually increasing, and there are many inaccuracies. It is precisely because of these inaccuracies that children are easily misunderstood. Sometimes, children want to watch TV to relax, and elders will reprimand them: "Don't look at your eyes! Watch less TV and read more books. " Especially if something is missing, the first person to blame is the child. In their eyes, only children can make their own things disappear, but often, most of the missing things are forgotten somewhere by themselves.

The misunderstood child was speechless. Few people will understand the psychology of children after being misunderstood. They will feel sad and violated in their hearts. If you are misunderstood for a long time and cannot be understood by others, it will easily lead to autism and close your heart. We all want to go back to childhood, when we could be real angels, and now? If you become a misunderstood child, you should learn to hold up a sky for yourself, let yourself tolerate yourself, tolerate more people, even those who misunderstand you, so that you can continue the mission of an angel.

We are all children and don't want to be misunderstood. Society needs angels.

Composition 2 About the summer vacation of Senior One, my mother asked me to learn swimming and signed me up for a swimming training class. After 13 class training, I finally learned to swim. After the training class, my mother felt that I was not very experienced, so she took me to the swimming pool of the holiday castle. The water there is shallow. At first, I entered the pool with a lifebuoy, but when I arrived in the pool, I found it inconvenient and uncomfortable. I can't swim at all. Moreover, it was afternoon, and there were so many people in the swimming pool that I bumped into someone without swimming a few times, which was very unpleasant. So, I decided to go swimming in a deeper swimming pool. It is said to be 160 cm, which is higher than me. What should I do? Let me see, I should have no problem wearing a life buoy, so I decided to do it. I swim very slowly, because I wear a life buoy, and my hands and feet are particularly difficult to row. I swam to the deeper pool bit by bit. When I arrived in the deep water area, I found that it was not as scary as I thought. It feels no different from shallow water. There are fewer people here. I just took off my life buoy, took a deep breath and swam here. It is really comfortable. Nobody is crowded. I am swimming here happily, just like a mermaid. It feels good to swim!

After swimming for a long time, I saw a slide by the pool, so I climbed into the pool, went up the stairs and plunged into the water. I heard a bang and rushed into the swimming pool. How exciting! Have fun! I skated back and forth more than a dozen times and had a good time. I didn't go ashore until after 7 o'clock.

"I'll swim again tomorrow!" I said to my mother.

"good!"

I slept soundly and sweetly that night. Summer vacation is the season for swimming. I hope the students have a good time in the summer vacation, just like me!

Composition 3 The first day of that summer condensed all the dreams of twelve years old. With the blessing of thirteen years old, I crossed the threshold of my original high school, but fell into deep disappointment. I left my parents' arms, and every day I hurried through the campus alone, repeating a bleak life, and sometimes I felt a kind of unspeakable sadness and melancholy.

At that time, prose was my only sustenance. Lonely hearts are eager to talk and understand. Therefore, write prose with your heart, and integrate all the loss and sadness between the lines. With such a vague expectation, I just hope that the pessimistic mind can be read by another person, and the composition will be sent down. I quickly opened it, and there was a beautiful running script on it: I hope you succeed, and I hope you are not too tired.

From then on, I fell in love with writing prose, because what I handed in was a heavy and relaxed mood, and that sentence was always filled with happy comments and turned into a helpless sky. I fell in love with writing prose. From then on, I had someone to talk to, hope to wait, and happiness to be understood. As the days passed, my mood was no longer depressed and hopeless. As the days of writing a composition go by, the distance between teachers and students is getting closer every day.

The days passed quietly in layers of books and papers, and the exam came. Although I worked hard, I was defeated. ...

Although I can tell my pain through essays every week, I still can't help it ... There are still a few tears of pain and bitterness in my life. ...

Those days when they are going to be strong, when the wind and rain hit, comfort themselves that the rain has cleared up; When your patronage fails, sing to yourself that your heart is there and your dream is there; In those days when I was strong, I regarded the storm as a sign before the rainbow came, the night as a sign of dawn, failure as a wealth of life, and pain as an adjustment of life; In those days when she was strong, her words always echoed in her ears. Her words showed me the direction of the trek, and I have no reason not to work hard, even if I share joys and sorrows. Yes, if I give up on myself, I'm sorry for anyone.

There is a shadow in front because there is sunshine behind.

Rough road to sing; Find a partner on the lonely road and walk together.

On the first day of junior high school, I caught up with hope.

Hope is the sun, illuminating the road of life; Hope is the signpost when you are confused and gives people the right direction. Where there is hope, there will be pursuit, and hope will appear in every corner.

Love and hope

"Where there is love, there is hope. Don't give up if you have hope. " This is an inspirational slogan that appeared in large numbers after the 5- 12 earthquake. Because when life and death can change at any time, hope becomes the last support of life, and love and hope always appear at the same time. Hope is an indispensable part of love. Then, since there is love and hope, why not stick to it? In the dark ruins, people struggling on the death line survived with the belief of survival. Love is our last hope.

Time and hope

Hope and time are also closely linked. Everyone has a dream, big or small, ordinary or great. But these hopes will take time to prove. We can't reach the sky in one step, and we can't always rely on others to help us create. Any dream needs to be accumulated bit by bit. Of course, this process may take a lot of time, but how can you gain hope without sweating? We want to realize our dreams and don't want to leave a little regret in life!

Future and hope

In fact, the future also needs hope. Imagine the future, it is possible to create the future. Many high technologies nowadays are similar to people's fantasies. Have you seen jules verne's Two Wan Li under the Sea? In fact, now our submarines, underwater breathing apparatus and artificial rainfall have all appeared in his works. As long as we have hope and dare to fantasize, as long as we boldly speculate, I believe that in the near future, our hopes will all come true!

At night, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun shines through the thin clouds, which is a bit dazzling.

I went for a walk on Camel Peak. When I walked down the mountain, I couldn't see any sunshine. I climbed the steps. When I climbed to the first gazebo on the mountainside, a ray of soft sunshine shone on my face. What a beautiful sunset. The sun seems to be wrapped in orange and has no dazzling light. The soft light poured down, plating a layer of gold on the stones and plants on the mountain, and covering the mountain city in the soft sunset at dusk. ...

Continue to climb up, and then reach the top of the mountain. Sunset seems shy, hiding behind the peak tower, not letting people see its beautiful red face. ...

You have to bypass the tower to enjoy the beautiful sunset. ...

With the change of clouds, the sunset glow reflects a graceful sunset glow. The sunset glow about to go down the mountain seems to touch the whole mountain city with its soft sunshine. The red sunshine passes through the gap in the mountain wall and falls on the family area by the river. ...

In the family area, many grandfathers and grandmothers danced yangko simply and elegantly with beautiful dance music, and the dance movements were like flowing water, soft and beautiful. The sunset reflected on their faces, red, and seemed to melt into their hearts. ...

I turned around and looked at the sunset on the hillside. The dazzling light disappeared, and the sun's face began to flush reddish, setting the clouds in the distance with Phnom Penh. It's getting dark and the sun is getting redder and redder, as if it were on fire. The sky is red, the sunset glow is red and the whole mountain city is red. I have melted into the red sea, and I feel a surge in my heart. This is really "seeing the sun is so glorious"!

The most anticipated Spring Festival is coming again. The warm colors in the streets, the grand fireworks on New Year's Eve, the firecrackers in the village No.30, the warm and soft sesame dumplings, the bright lights in the city, and every window is full of joy, excitement and hope. Every New Year, every family sticks Spring Festival couplets, hangs various home decorations at home, and dresses up a warm little family as a little girl. My family is no exception. A few days before the Chinese New Year, of course, our family will roll up their sleeves and clean up and drive all the unhappiness and bad luck out of the house!

When I grew up, Chinese New Year became my happiest day. On New Year's Eve, the family is so busy that you can hear the sound of chopping vegetables from a distance. In the evening, our family sat on the big table, ate a delicious New Year's Eve dinner together, and talked about the joys and sorrows of the past year. Everyone's face was full of smiles. This is undoubtedly my happiest moment. All the troubles in my mind are swept away in an instant, enjoying the annual reunion in the smell of food and the chat of my elders.

I am also looking forward to the fireworks after dinner. When we came to the yard, my father lit the fuse with a lighter, and the fireworks flew into the air like an arrow. Then, brilliant fireworks bloomed in the air and lit up the sky. At this time, the sky is like an ocean of flowers. Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su. I quietly enjoy everything in front of me, how beautiful and precious it is.

In the morning, a gentle sunshine shines into the yard. Then, a burst of firecrackers woke me up. I walked out of the gate and came to the yard. The ground is covered with red paper falling after fireworks, just like a long red carpet, welcoming the arrival of this new year.

The taste of the New Year is like a big sun, which helps us to bask in all our unhappiness and troubles. The smell of the New Year is like a magnet, attracting the hearts of people who are running around. It is the joy in firecrackers and the warmth in front of the small table.

Vicissitudes are years and eternal family ties. Don't use "I really don't have time" to get rid of going home once a year. A simple bowl of tea is the mouth, and warmth is the heart!

Happy new year!

Last summer vacation, my father and I went back to our hometown. I can't hide my yearning when I look at the trees passing by outside the train and the blue sky turning blue.

When I got to my hometown, I immediately threw myself into the arms of the mountains. The streets are lined with trees and grass. When my heart was still intoxicated with the green mountains and green waters, my feet had reached grandpa's old house first.

It was noon, and I was getting sleepy, so I lay in bed and rested. "Ji Ji" and "Quack", a series of sounds suddenly mixed in my hazy sleepiness, and I suddenly felt that my heart was opened, and the whispering of leaves and the jokes of flowers seemed to reach my heart.

The air was filled with the laughter of bees and butterflies, and I walked out of the door again with a refreshing spirit. The lake opposite reflects rocks and trees, as well as willows by the river. I wash my hair from time to time and look at the distant castle peak. It feels like a grain of sand and melts into the castle peak.

After a while, I will go back to the city, looking at the dark sky, and I don't know how to find the pleasant direction before. When I got off the train and looked at the familiar and busy streets, I suddenly felt empty and always felt something was missing.

The green hills of Junmao disappeared, replaced by high-rise buildings, and the air of that big tree disappeared, and it became depressed and looked at the blue sky gloomily. No, it should be said that it was gray. At this moment, I suddenly have a mixed feeling, yearning, busy, free, detached ... every feeling is a stone, pressing my heart and touching it.

Feeling and lamenting the great changes in the world; Touched, touched that small heart. People often say that nature is a picture, but a city is not a picture. It's just a picture that opens people's hearts and depresses them.

When people look at these two paintings, have they ever thought that we are in charge of the brushes?

Autumn is like a shy little girl, floating quietly in the cool autumn wind. She scatters fallen leaves on the earth and presents ripe fruits to people. ...

Miss Qiu came to the orchard. Apples show red cheeks, and orange lanterns are hung on orange trees. The most striking are pomegranate, pineapple and grape. Look, pineapple is wearing its invincible "golden armor", just like a victorious general. Grapes are green as jade and purple as agate, Bai Rushuang. They are beautiful. Pomegranate hangs heavily on the branches, as if practicing some stunts, quietly hanging in the air, and sometimes people will open their mouths to reveal rows of strong little red teeth.

Miss Qiu came to the harvest field. Some corn stood there with all its strength like missiles, while others lay shyly in their mother's arms. Grandpa Paddy bent down with laughter. He called all his grandparents and danced a "square dance" in the rice field. They not only dance beautifully, but also act in unison, which is really impeccable! If they team up to participate in the international dance competition, they may even win the first prize! Uncle sorghum holds the burning torch like a serious Olympic torchbearer.

Miss Qiu came to the garden. It is full of flowers, full of beauty and fragrance. Mother osmanthus tree spread its fragrance to children everywhere, trying to fill the air with its fragrance. Of course, the most beautiful is the chrysanthemum fairy. They are as red as fire, as green as jade, as red as chardonnay ... really beautiful.

Miss Qiu came to the Woods. From a distance, the trees seem to be on fire. Why? The result is good for the maple trunk. Maple dolls playfully escaped from their mother's arms, flying in the air like several colorful butterflies. The ground is covered with maple leaves, just like covering the ground with a quilt in winter. Stepping on it makes a "rustling" sound, and there is an unspeakable comfort.

The leaves are yellow, the fruit is ripe, and autumn is coming. I wonder if you have found the footprints of autumn?

The composition about grades goes on day after day, and in a blink of an eye, the first year of high school is coming to an end and the second year of high school is coming. It's also interesting to look back on the road I've traveled this year!

happy

The most important thing for students is to study. What is the test of learning effectiveness? Yes, that's grades. If you get good grades, you can let go of half your troubles.

Last year's final exam, because I accidentally let the topic go a loophole. There are many red crosses on the paper, and my ranking has dropped from thirty-one to fifty-five. I can't bear to "look". After more than a month of hard work, the ranking is like taking an elevator, from 55 to 28. Going home at night, my mother rewarded me with a string of Sugar-Coated Berry for this! Look how great I am!

angry

"Not don't let you touch my things? ! How to move again! " "I, I'm just looking." My brother and I are quarreling again. I hate it when people touch my things, but my brother never stops. Every time he touches my things, I always catch him. Quarrel is inevitable. What? You said I was too arbitrary? Well, I admit, in my sensitive aspect, I really don't allow others to say or move a little.

sympathize with

"What? No more computer games? Dad, be tolerant! " "No, the monthly exam is coming soon. You did so badly last time. Do you want to do badly this time? ! Let's talk about it after the summer vacation! " Well, exams are exams, not the end of the world. No play, no play! Who's afraid of who? Riding a donkey and reading a book-we'll see!

happy

Yesterday was my brother's birthday. My grandparents came and brought many delicious foods. But my brother's front teeth fell out, and the new ones haven't grown yet, so I can only bite them with my inner teeth. It tastes fun. And most of those delicious snacks are mine. Dear baby, I am not welcome!

It's been a hard year, but it's actually quite interesting to think about it. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and we are growing! Through grade one, we become more mature, but we should not lose our innocence.

On the first grade composition 10 Swallow has gone, there is still time to come back; Willow withered, there is still time to be green. However, when I walked through my father's years again, I found that my father's years were full of laughter and tears, which quietly flowed away. ...

When I was a child, I grew up happily under the care of my parents, and I didn't worry about pocket money at all, because I had a special way of "making money", that is, betting with my father.

We bet a lot, such as whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow, whether I can eat a pepper in one bite, whether I can eat two steamed buns in one meal ... No matter what the ratio is, there is only one result, that is, my father lost. Every time my father pays the money, he will mutter, "How did I raise such a extortionate son?" Although I sometimes win a lot of money, my father will pay willingly. At that time, it was agreed that if I lost, my father could listen to an article I recited for free, with the additional condition: "If you want money, it will kill you." Rogue motto

But as time went on, I gradually found a few more wrinkles on my father's face. It turns out that there are a lot of silver wires in black hair and a bald spot in it. What is even more worrying is that my father has been in poor physical and mental state recently, and sometimes he is weak and even has no strength to stand up. ...

Even so, my father will compete with me for the remote control on weekends; I will still stand against the wind and play badminton with me. Laugh at me for being an idiot when I can't catch the ball. You will also send me some clothes when the weather gets cold. Father, who took away your abundant energy, who stopped us from always guarding each other, who consumed your youth, who in the end, who in the end. ...

Through my father's years, my father grew old day by day, but I grew up day by day.

If my growth must be at the expense of your old age, can we make an agreement with God that I would rather never grow up than you are old?

Okay？

The composition on the first day of junior high school 1 1 The noisy street slowly quieted down, walking alone in the small town, and touching the phoenix tree with your hands to experience a weather-beaten pride. Staring at the starry sky, I feel a seemingly brilliant loss. Moonlight, like water, leans down, rendering a special bleak and sad. Looking at such a bright moon, I seem to see Chang 'e in the moon palace, singing and dancing, enjoying a different kind of loneliness.

The water in the river is very clear and trickling, and the lights on the water surface, if gathered together, will leave gorgeous colors in my eyes. Occasionally, a fish jumps out of the water and falls into the water, with a sigh, breaking the silence and causing a ripple. Without water, fish will lose the power to add fuel to the fire and the courage to survive. No one wants to be such a fish, because everyone will fight for it. But people are often like this fish, busy in the ocean of life and feelings.

Elegant wind rolled up my skirts and shook willow leaves. It is telling, we can't hear it clearly, only the flying dandelion tells us that the wind is coming. People in the world always forget more than remember. For example, a person lost his way on a dirty road, tried to write down the road signs and ignored the scenery along the way, but left a regret at the end. People are stumbling on this road.

The night is getting darker, staring at the distant mountains, more quiet and less noisy. The slow wind can't erase the traces of time. It has no publicity of fire, no euphemism of water, but it can witness the flowers bloom and fall. It separates the dim light from the darkness. At night, it mixes the light of the moon with the light of the lamp and whistles and sings for loneliness.

Composition 12 on the first day of junior high school, when the weak grass is trying to drill out the land with tenacious vitality, you leap over it for your own benefit and deprive it of its young life. Do you like it?

The blooming rose seems to be full of air and water, so delicate. When the flowers bloom, you pick them mercilessly. Do you like it?

The answer is of course no. Now trees are being cut down continuously, and the forest coverage rate in China is 12.5%. Only close to the world level, in the near future, we will face the situation that natural disasters are destroyed, forest economy collapses and ecological crisis erupts. Changes that affect the whole law of nature. Only the bare tree heads cut off from the mountain. Leave a few poor birds to convey the cries of trees. Soil erosion, desert expansion, cultivated land gradually swallowed up, lush in front of me, I am afraid you can only see it in your dreams. The virgin forest has become "a hundred mountains without birds and a thousand roads without footprints". Deforestation, fire and insects swallowed up the tree's body, and the tree was completely disappointed, leaving sad tears.

Once upon a time, the earth was the most beautiful planet in the universe. There are dense forests, clear and vast oceans, towering mountains, endless rivers and spectacular "Three thousands of feet Waterfalls", which have nurtured outstanding children from generation to generation. The earth wears a blue veil and becomes the focus of all the planets. The faint cicada chirps, frogs croak over and over again, the sea Europe gently sweeps across the sea, the autumn leaves fall and the fields are fragrant; The earth has always been the ideal home for mankind.

Don't let El Nino and La Nina into our lives. History and reality tell us that it is difficult for a country to prosper without the spirit of protecting ecology and participating in environmental protection. A society that does not protect the ecology and participates in the spirit of environmental protection is difficult to maintain long-term stability; It is difficult for a nation to stand on its own feet if it does not protect the ecology and participate in the spirit of environmental protection. Similarly, a campus without the support of ecological protection and environmental protection spirit is also difficult to develop sustainably.

My neighbor Uncle Zhang has been smoking for more than 20 years. As far as I can remember, Uncle Zhang had a cigarette in his hand when he was at work, a cigarette in his mouth when he was cooking, a cigarette when a guest came, and a cigarette when he was alone. I said to him, "Smoking is harmful to health." He said, "Life is like a fairy with a cigarette in her hand." .

No, this evening, Uncle Zhang coughed because of smoking. After a violent cough stopped, Uncle Zhang regretted smoking so much. Uncle Zhang finally decided to quit smoking.

Uncle Zhang stared at the pipe in his hand and couldn't help thinking of several jokes about smoking.

Let's say last Sunday. Uncle Zhang couldn't wait to smoke. He hurried to the grocery store in his slippers and took the money. When he went downstairs, many people laughed when they saw the slippers he was wearing. Uncle Zhang doesn't know what's going on yet, but looking at those slippers, he is also happy. It turns out that the slippers are one big and one small, and they are worn backwards. By this time, he had arrived at the shop, said "Box … China" and handed the money over. At this time, the salesperson spoke: "What do you mean, you cheated me with paper and left." Uncle Zhang saw that it was not money. This is obviously a piece of paper. Well, not all the money for this pair of shoes is caused by his eagerness to smoke.

On that occasion, Uncle Zhang visited a friend's house and saw a cigarette on the table of the guest's house. He also picked it up and smoked it. That's great. As soon as he took a sip of bitter and astringent water, he quickly threw away his cigarette and shouted, "What strange cigarette is this? Why is there such a taste? " At this time, the shopkeeper smiled and said to Uncle Zhang, this is not a cigarette, but a child's toy. Uncle Zhang was dumbfounded after listening. Hey, Uncle Zhang made a fool of himself by smoking this time.

Thinking about it, he resolutely threw his pipe downstairs. As soon as he acted, Uncle Zhang went back on his word. Say, finished, that's a good pipe that cost a lot of money, and then quickly went downstairs.

On the way downstairs, he was still biting. If only he could catch the pipe before it fell to the ground. Seeing uncle Zhang's behavior, everyone shook their heads: it seems that this cigarette can't be quit.

About the composition of senior one 14 The classroom is very quiet, only the sound of "sand, sand, sand" can be heard. Oh, look at the topic in front of you. The pen tip has been on the paper for several minutes. In a flash, I remembered my old teacher in grade six.

The old teacher is about fifty years old this year, with gray temples.

The old teacher doesn't like exams and likes to ask questions in class. If the student answers accurately and profoundly, he laughs like listening to a beautiful piece of music, then writes down the music score and says excitedly and affectionately, "Good! Full marks! " ; If the classmate doesn't answer deeply enough, he said to him with concern, "Don't be nervous, sit down and think again." He nodded as he spoke. It seems that every nod will give students an inspiration.

The old teacher teaches mathematics. He is humorous in class. I remember a class about "Countdown Cognition". The old teacher spoke very vividly and talked about this. The old teacher spread his legs, stretched out his right thumb and forefinger, turned over and said to us, "Students, what do you think this action is?" "upside down!" "Yes, the reciprocal is the principle, changing the position of the numerator and denominator." Let us understand everything we don't understand.

Don't think that the teacher has no temper. He is scary when he is angry. First he shouted, his voice was deafening, his eyes were wide open, and then he patted the platform hard. His face is very red. We know that the teacher is angry for our own good, so we have been studying hard.

One day, the teacher accidentally left his notes in the classroom. I opened it to satisfy my curiosity. It's very thick. In order for us to learn knowledge easily, teacher, you must have stayed up late. You don't work hard for us. Think of you, my teacher!

About the composition of Grade One 15 The wind has always been around us, always accompanying me. The wind is invisible, tasteless and colorless, but I think it is the most beautiful.

The spring wind is refreshing and pleasant, blowing on people's faces gives people a warm and soft feeling. When the spring breeze blows over the lake, there are sparkling waves on the lake; The wind blew into the forest to wake up animals, and life appeared in the forest; The wind blows into the Woods, making the buds grow quickly and the grass grow quickly. Spring breeze is an alarm clock of vitality.

Summer breeze blows, and it is warm to blow on people's faces. The wind in summer is just what people need, because the sun is scorching the earth. When people's lips are chapped and their mouths are dry, the wind will bring people cool summer in time. Summer rain is blown to all places by the wind, which makes the dry land drink the coolness of life. Therefore, Xia Feng is an angel that people yearn for.

Autumn wind is really cool, giving people the feeling of autumn wind blowing gently. Autumn wind blows into the fields and ripens the fruits. The trees were covered with apples like red lanterns, pears from Huang Chengcheng and watery grapes, which made the farmer's uncle laugh. Blow it into the forest to keep the animals busy and prepare food for winter. So autumn wind is people's pistachio.

In winter, the cold wind blows hard, and snowflakes are blown around by the wind, dancing like butterflies. The wind brought the animals into a sweet dream. The children happily snowballed, made snowmen and threw snowballs against the cold wind, and their faces were blown red. Wind dolls become lullabies for animals in winter.

How beautiful the wind is! It is selfless, diligent, dedicated to others and asks for nothing in return. This spirit is worth learning. I like the wind!