Composition for the first grade of junior high school

Everyone has written compositions in their daily study, work or life, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, we can improve our language organization skills. So how to write a good composition? The following are 8 compositions for the first grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

Listening to the sound of oars swaying in the lake, looking at the green mountains and forests with lush trees on both sides, breathing the fresh air that has never been seen in the city... We sitting in the boat, quietly We arrived quietly at Simian Mountain after the rain, and our short two-day trip to Simian Mountain began from this moment. The boat docked next to a piece of flat land, and as we walked up the ladder, we saw several small buildings submerged in the woods. This was the villa where we stayed during this trip. After lunch, everyone didn't sleep and went hiking in high spirits. We got on the boat again and soon arrived at a small pier. Walking along the dazzling array of souvenir shops, we came to Xishui Scenic Area.

On the way up the mountain, we met many children. They were always with us, letting us buy incense and taking us to temples. Along the way, they kept introducing the famous attractions here. We curiously asked them why they came out to make money, and they replied that they earned their own tuition fees.

These children, who look like they are only four or five years old but are actually eight or nine years old, have dark and dirty skin and always hold a handful of incense in their little hands. These children are all from Guizhou and come out to do "tourism business". They walk two to three hours every morning to get to their school. I feel very embarrassed when I think about this. Growing up in the city, my conditions were so superior in comparison, but I was not as good as these children. When I was their age, how did I know what cost and commission were? !

After passing the temple, we went down the mountain from another path. At this time, the children went to receive other tourists. When we reached the foot of the mountain, someone suggested picking corn, and we all rushed to the corn field excitedly. After crossing a single-plank bridge with no railings and sloping, we seemed to smell the fragrance of corn. A group of us ran into the corn forest and walked for a long time before we, the children, realized: What kind of corn should we pick? The aunt who was traveling with us told us to pluck off the leaves wrapped around the corn seeds and press the corn seeds with your fingernails. If white liquid comes out, it is young corn. We're going to pick the tender corn. So we took action again. Following the method my aunt said, I only selected 3 corns. Then I got to the edge of the red sweet potato tips and followed a person who was picking the red sweet potato tips. Just when I was looking for good red sweet potato tips, someone shouted: "What a big pumpkin!", and I curiously ran towards the pumpkin patch not far away. One after another, we discovered many mature pumpkins. Coincidentally, there was a large loofah hidden on the loofah vine next to the pumpkin patch, and there were many small cucumbers on the ground. Cucumbers have thorns on them, so pick them carefully. These vegetables filled a large basket and were very heavy. We children each carried a section of the road and walked towards the villa along the way we came.

We didn’t take a boat when we went back, but walked along the path along the lake. The path is very narrow, with or without railings, but it is because of this that it shows the strong rural charm. I have a very selfish idea, I hope this land will not be developed, so we can keep walking on such a quiet muddy road, arguing all the time whether the crisp insect chirping in the mountain forest is the sound of cicadas, all the time soaking in this In the fresh air...

Back at the villa, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. It's still dark here in the summer, so we start having dinner.

We were already very tired after walking all afternoon, but when we thought about the roasted whole lamb at 12 midnight, we tried our best to stay awake. We kids were eating snacks, watching TV and chatting, and 12 o'clock came quickly.

I didn’t eat much, mainly because the ingredients were too spicy. After returning to the room, I fell asleep quickly. There are still "tasks" tomorrow!

At 6:50 the next morning, I was woken up by the chatter outside the door. I stayed in bed for an hour before I got up. When I opened the door to the room, several uncles and aunts in the restaurant downstairs waved to me and asked me to go down to eat. When I got downstairs, I didn't see my friends. It turned out that they had already gotten up and went to the backyard to play basketball.

With such a suitable temperature and breathing such fresh air, playing basketball is like doing aerobic exercise. I really regret not getting up earlier.

Afterwards, we went to the dam to wait for the boat. We planned to row the boat ourselves. I rowed the back oar, the children rowed the front oar, and the old man in the boat steered the boat. The boat always swam very slowly no matter how hard I tried, but in the end I collapsed from exhaustion. This can be regarded as experiencing life. If I use non-motorized boats as my main means of transportation every day, I might still get full marks in the physical education entrance examination!

It was already noon when the boat returned to the villa. In the afternoon we will go to Wangxiangtai Waterfall and then go directly back to Chongqing. I suddenly felt reluctant to leave here, even though I only stayed here for less than 2 days. Mom asked me to go back to my room and let me check my luggage - we were really getting out of here.

But Wangxiangtai Waterfall did not disappoint me.

After rowing for a long time, walking for a while and riding for a while, we finally arrived at Wangxiangtai Waterfall.

Since the car was parked at the top of the mountain, we had to walk along a steep wooden path to the bottom of the waterfall. I could hear the impact of the waterfall from afar, and I couldn't wait to speed up my pace.

There is a pool of very clear water not far from the bottom of the waterfall. We who were at the front of the group took off our shoes and walked into the water. Watch the waterfall here. The Wangxiangtai Waterfall, known as "the highest in the world", is indeed well-deserved. The Wangxiangtai Waterfall looks like the Milky Way hanging upside down. When you enter the oxygen bar island to take a break and drink tea to cleanse your lungs, you feel like a fairy in the forest. The water mist at the bottom of the waterfall is quite majestic, seeming to break the original tranquility of the mountains and giving it a special interest. The people at the back of the team also followed, and the small pond gradually became lively. We also took photos and group photos here. Some people even had water fights, and some even fell into the water. But it’s also a kind of enjoyment. Why not bathe in the lake water rushing down from the top of the mountain?

We all wore travel shoes, and our wet feet had to be dried on a rock that could not be washed away by water. Bathed in the sunshine and listening to the active sound of running water, I really want to stay here and never leave.

Finally, we got on the station wagon back to Chongqing. At first, I took a boat ride on the water to admire the green mountains, then I walked in the countryside to pick vegetables, and finally I went down the rock to walk on the water and look at the waterfall. My thoughts were completely occupied. Nowadays, even pursuing nature is not an easy task for us.

Yes, nature is a luxury in the city. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 2

The vast ocean in Miaomiao is full of wisdom and mystery. The endless waves are like a wise man telling an ancient and profound story. The enlightenment of life, the perception of life, the tears of failure, the laughter of success, all swim in this blue life. My heart also swims in it.

The waves are like a dancer. He can make people put aside their worries, forget their sorrows, and enjoy this blue world to their heart's content.

The sea water is so blue that people feel that the color of emerald is too light and the color of sapphire is too dark. Even famous artists may not be able to describe the color of the sea. My heart seems to be connected with him, and I can feel his vastness, his turbulence, and his surge in my heart.

Standing on the beach, looking into the distance, I can only see a vast expanse of white. The sea water and the sky merge into one, and I can no longer tell whether it is water or sky. "The fog locks the top of the mountain, and the sky connects the water and the tail water connects the sky." The sea water in the distance is full of water under the scorching sun. Under the setting sun, there is a golden light on the water.

When the waves come, they are carrying the sea breeze with a faint smell of sea and the shells on the beach. The textures of the shells are almost the same, and like the leaves, they exude a unique spirit.

I like the quiet look of the sea, the roaring look, and the elegant look... Looking at the vast and boundless sea in the past, its majestic and boundless look makes me look away at the narrowness, crowding, and noise of the city. To the sky beyond the sky.

I seem to understand the artistic conception of "facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming". Facing the vast and boundless sea, I naturally have a different scenery in my heart.

Looking at the sea, our minds seem to have broadened. In this state, people feel refreshed and relaxed.

In nature, we should understand the true meaning of life given to us by nature. The vigor and strength of the grass; the splendor and beauty of the spring flowers; the clarity and purity of the autumn wind; the elegance and freedom of the white clouds; and the vast and tolerant sea that makes my heart dance.

At this moment, my heart also took off... Composition 3 for the first grade of junior high school

I have seen the vast expanse of heavy snow, and enjoyed the silky drizzle, but rarely See such charming fog. This morning, as soon as I walked out of the house, I fell into a vast fog.

The fog is very thick, and the vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth is like a white gauze scattered by a fairy, covering the entire earth. I walked in this thick fog, just like walking in the paradise mentioned in "Journey to the West". Walking on the path, it is really a scene with each step. The familiar trees and houses were blocked by the naughty fog, and only a few dark shadows could be seen vaguely. As we walked forward, we saw a few magpies chirping, flying here and there in the huge fog curtain, and arcs were drawn from time to time in the foggy sky. Keep walking forward and look at the beautiful wax flowers, which are wet all over and condensed with small pearl-like dewdrops, making it even more beautiful. Walking on the road, everything is so blurry. You can only hear the footsteps of pedestrians, the bell-like laughter of children, the honking of cars... Various sounds are combined into a song. The beautiful symphony makes the fog more lively!

The mist is like a clever makeup artist, dyeing the locks of black hair on my forehead into strands of silver, and the eyelashes are covered with small crystal flowers. I closed my eyes for a while and then opened them again. I felt that my eyes were moist and cool, which was very comfortable.

Gradually, the fog became lighter, and the earth took off its thick velvet clothes and covered it with soft gauze. The branches of some big trees have shyly revealed their graceful figures from the fog, seeming to attract the pale white clouds in the sky; the soft light is also sprinkled down, all of which constitute a quiet and elegant gouache painting.

"When the wind comes, I smell the solemnity, and when the fog comes, I see the blue sky." I can't help but be intoxicated by the beauty of this nature. A ray of sunlight sneaked through the fog curtain and illuminated the earth.

The fog changed from white to orange, and then from orange to golden red. The fog was slowly thinning and rising. The trees on the roadside look more beautiful like dancing girls in white dresses; the earth slowly wakes up under the gentle call of the sun. Wisps of fog drifted away silently. After a while, the fog disappeared without a trace... Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 4

The first grade of junior high school is a new beginning.

My name is Yang Wenyue. I bid farewell to the boring days of primary school and came to my first ideal school - Jiaxing No. 1 Experimental Middle School. After arranging the dormitory, I came to class 705. To be honest, the environment inside is really good: computers, air conditioning, brand new tables and chairs, and white walls. I would be willing to live in this kind of environment for the rest of my life! It's time to arrange the seats. The head teacher, Mr. Hu, arranged them one by one according to their height. I am 1.64 meters tall and the girl is the second tallest. I became my deskmate with a boy named Zhang Yixun. I studied well and was a nice person. I looked back and saw a tall boy with good looks and a scholar. His name was written on the sign: Wu Jiaxuan.

I shrugged, turned my attention back, and started to interact with friends. Most of the day passed... In the evening, there was a concert in the class, and many people brought musical instruments. When it was coming to the end, the host said: "Who else do you want to hear play?" "The original poster!" "The original poster! "Who is the landlord?"

Chen Chen at the front desk told me: "The poster is Wu Jiaxuan. He was famous in elementary school. Many girls chased him. He is so handsome!" After saying that, he looked at him with the eyes of a fan.

I followed her gaze and saw Wu Jiaxuan playing the guitar with a smile. It was strange, but this time my mentality was different from last time. I suddenly felt that he was so special and much more handsome than last time. , much different.

From this time on, every time I went to class, I would keep looking in his direction. Every time after class, I would run to my friends to talk, but actually I wanted to look at him behind my friends. ········Me, what’s going on? Composition 5 for the first grade of junior high school

Nestled on her chest, you have to leave this poverty-stricken alley and never look back after walking out of the alleyway

No Looking back again, that beautiful her, that first taste of love, just like that, day after day, year after year, looking at each other by the window and missing each other in the mirror.

In the end, people are thinner than yellow flowers. In the end, beauty is old. In the end, we can’t wait, hope, see, or dream. We can’t think about it, we can’t think about it, we can’t remember it, and we can’t cry anymore.

In the last moment, the leaves above my head were falling, and in the last moment, the muttering autumn geese flew north, alone. At the end, it suddenly seemed that the dream had become empty.

I have always known that a talented man and a beautiful woman will be a good story;

I have always known that ten years of hard work will lead to a scholar’s ??title on the gold list;

You We also know how glorious the title of Prince Consort is behind the number one scholar.

You once regarded the small courtyard deep in the alley as your only one, giving you a warm paradise.

You once said to her, when I become successful, Miss, you will be a worthy wife standing behind me.

You once hated poverty, weakness, and injustice. You struggled, worked hard, and forged ahead. You said you were for the world. You said you wanted everyone in the world to know your reputation.

Who knows how desolate it will be to never come back?

Who understands the loneliness of the west wind and the haggardness of Begonia?

Many, many years later, the girls of the Li family sang the Qingming wind, blowing the alleys green and dyeing the cornfields yellow.

She said that pear blossoms bring rain, and she said that scholars have dreams, a dream that concerns the world.

He failed the exam, he was depressed, he was sick for a whole spring and autumn, he nestled against her chest, absorbing her warmth.

He left, leaving the poverty-stricken alley.

Without looking back, the woman burst into tears. Waiting for the breeze and drizzle, waiting for the scorching sunshine, waiting for the rustling fallen leaves, waiting for the white snow.

When he left, he really left, leaving nothing behind. It seemed that everything was just a cool dream. Once it was done, the oath of eachother was gone. Once it was done, the promise was gone. , once done, the world becomes empty, and even the thoughts float lightly to the depths of the alley mixed with tears along with the wind.

In the alley where scholars once lived, there was only one woman who stayed alone in her boudoir. Once upon a time, the woman who stayed alone in her boudoir also turned into dust. Once upon a time, the alleys with red brick walls and old archways with glazed tiles also had to be. Let's break it up...

That sentence: "I will always turn back when I promise..." Are promises really so easily broken? Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 6

I reject Chinese, not because I am not good at this subject or have no talent, but because I have an inexplicable sense of resistance to Chinese.

When I started reading Chinese textbooks in the first grade, I felt that the texts were boring and not at all as lively and interesting as my favorite comic books. I even thought that the content in the entire textbook was so boring that I didn't want to understand it in depth. The author's life experience is completely unnecessary to me.

Especially ancient poetry, I always wonder why things that happened so long ago are still spread out for us to see now. Aren’t teachers and elders always teaching us to look forward? The author in the ancient poem traveled for a day, and in the end he only used a few words to summarize such a substantial event. This is not as thoughtful as when we write a travel composition with hundreds of words. Moreover, it is so difficult to understand. Just like reading a book from heaven, the same word has different meanings in different poems. We must work hard to understand it all. There are also those reading articles, I often feel like falling asleep while reading them. For me, such a small thing experienced by the author is just passed by me, and I will never remember it again. But the teacher insists on exaggerating every inconspicuous detail and turning it into a test point. In my opinion, if you learn Chinese in this way, the article will only become boring.

Classical Chinese is a kind of article that gives me a headache when I look at it, and I feel upset when I read it. I haven’t learned the vernacular well yet, so I have to learn classical Chinese. You see, when every word in classical Chinese is translated into vernacular, its meaning is so different from the word itself. For example, "yin" is actually translated as "pull", and "die" sometimes also means "lost". These often misunderstood me. When I finally understood this passage after a lot of trouble, what I got was what I thought was a boring story. It was nothing more than the study history of an ancient person, or being a guest at a friend's house and talking eloquently. experiences like that. Isn't the central idea that the author wants to express a truth that we already know from the "Three Character Classic" that we have studied since childhood? This made my originally full of expectations drop instantly. This may be the reason why I don't like classical Chinese.

When we enter middle school, the Chinese teacher will ask us to read some thick extracurricular readings every semester, and will extract some very small details from so much content for exams. I think, teacher Her original intention was also to recommend books to us that she thought were good and meaningful, and that might even involve exam content, and to make some requirements that my classmates and I considered mandatory. But what I want to say to the teacher is: Many of the books you asked me to read cannot arouse our interest, but instead make me have some rebellious psychology. Therefore, I often respond perfunctorily to the teacher's requests.

In fact, sometimes I often think that if one day I suddenly become interested in Chinese again, will my Chinese scores improve immediately, so that my classmates will no longer laugh at me for admiring foreign things. My English is okay, but my Chinese is terrible. Hey, I really hope that the teacher can find us some diversified literary materials so that each of our students can truly fall in love with interesting reading and charming literature! Let language return to language. Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Chapter 7

The fireworks are brilliant, spreading between the sky and the earth. This Spring Festival is not as happy as before. Fireworks in the dark night also reveal a touch of sadness.

"I was not born during SARS in 20xx, and the new coronavirus pneumonia in 20xx will eventually meet me. This time, I want to accompany the motherland!" Isn't this the voice of every Chinese person?

I listened to the news quietly. Pneumonia; a war without smoke.

The angels in white chose to go against the trend without any hesitation or hesitation. The front line of the epidemic was tense, but you just moved forward with all your strength. Behind you, you have your elderly parents, your beloved relatives, and all the good things in the world... In line with this ever-changing era, the years are peaceful.

My mother is calling all the relatives and friends, exchanging warm greetings and care, which is the tenderness of the world.

My father covered himself completely and prepared to go out to buy a few packs of masks.

It is such a boring life, but it is full of tenderness and hope.

I sat on the window sill again, looking at the moon in the sky. The moonlight was unusually white, illuminating China. In the distance, several families and children ran out of their houses, carrying ten small firecrackers worth fifty cents bought in the small shopping department, and lit them to play at the door. They probably know nothing! Still living the Spring Festival happily as usual.

This may also be the China we once were.

The wind passed through my ears, leaving behind a string of bitter sighs at the end of my life. I pulled off my mask and rolled up the window. I was filled with anxiety and worry, looking forward to the end of winter and the coming of spring when everything would be brand new.

May the winter of pneumonia be gone and spring come as promised.

We always chase better, and for this we are responsible for many people and many things. But time flies by, but life is the only thing you can’t lose! Composition for the first grade of junior high school 8

Since I entered junior high school, my life has changed, my studies have changed, and my friends have also changed. Over the long years, I have learned to be a human being. Learned to work hard and enrich myself. When I make a choice again and again, I will choose to make progress more difficult, because that is the driving force of my life. During the six years in elementary school, my life was colorful, sad, and painful, which later made me smile and make progress; getting along with teachers and classmates was the foundation of my life. When conflicts with friends occurred, my life became sad. ; When chatting intimately with the teacher, my life adds joy. I would like to applaud my life. Although it is short, it gives me hope for the future.

The happy elementary school gradually passed away, and I ended my elementary school life in the long summer vacation. When I entered the middle school of my dreams for the first time, I knew that I had grown up; I was still immersed in the childish longings when I was playing. , became a fragmented crystal, and what is left is the desire to grow up, which is wrapped in my heart. When I was completely occupied by the thought of learning, when I grew up and faced the mid-term exam, I was a hundred times more confident than junior high school because I won the hard work I had accumulated over the past twelve years. I firmly believe that in the days to come, I will devote all my efforts to the most important thing in my life - learning. It is a goal I will always pursue.