Composition on time in the second grade of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. The following are 10 essays I carefully compiled for the second grade of junior high school. I hope it can help everyone. Time composition for the second grade of junior high school, Part 1

The sun and the moon fly by, and time flies by. Just in the blink of an eye, the days are like a river that will never return. Inadvertently, we have spent these six wonderful years together, from the beginning of ignorance to the blossoming youth now. Era - junior high school.

As the saying goes, "There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever." Six years of primary school life can be long or short, but in just a moment, it has already left us. The time spent in it has left us. In the long river, it disappears.

How many people want to go back to the past, to the days when we supported each other and overcome learning difficulties, to the classroom where laughter still exists, and to swim with the teacher in the ocean of knowledge. .

It’s just that I can’t go back, but I will never forget the teacher’s kind and kind teachings, the pairs of helping hands extended by my classmates when I encountered difficulties, and the time on the playground. Our laughter will never be forgotten, the bright classroom will never be forgotten...

Although my primary school career has passed, the scenes of us getting along day and night have not been lost in my memory due to the passage of time. In the long river, it becomes more and more clear.

I still remember that math class. The math teacher’s kind face and gentle words are still fresh in my mind: “Raise your hands bravely and answer boldly. Even if the answer is wrong, it doesn’t matter. The teacher will Answer it for you." When I heard the teacher's words, I didn't know why, but I raised my hand out of nowhere, as if I was under some kind of magic and couldn't control myself.

Every reason must have its effect. The teacher chose me from more than 40 classmates. When I got up, for some reason, the newly organized language collapsed instantly, and I clenched my hands tightly. , to relieve the tension in my heart. The teacher seemed to feel the tension in my heart, and there was a sense of encouragement in his eyes. My heart gradually calmed down, and I slowly opened my mouth and answered the question.

After sitting down, I felt that everything just seemed like a dream. I pinched my hand and realized that it was all true.

The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will become green again; the peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? Time composition for the second grade of junior high school, Part 2

Time is walking its way, passing through the footsteps of youth, feeling sad and happy. Time follows itself, the speed is not slow and non-stop, but the future has just begun.

Time flies by, and its pace never stops. Some people say that its pace is too fast, making youth and childhood pass by in a hurry, leaving traces on parents. Others say that it walks too slowly. , so slow that I haven’t grown up yet, so slow that I haven’t graduated yet. But it just follows its own footsteps. And I feel that no matter what it is, I am grateful for it.

Time, thank you! Thank you for giving me a happy childhood and a beautiful youth, allowing me to grow from an ignorant child to a middle school student, studying in a scholarly campus. Although I miss the happy and carefree days of my childhood, because of you, it will never come back again, making it meaningful and a beautiful memory. But as the saying goes, when God closes a door for you, he will also open a window for you. And you are just like this. While you took away my childhood, you also brought me a beautiful youth time.

Thank you, time! Thank you for teaching me an important item. It is precisely because you never stay, never wait in place, and never go back that I want to catch you, follow you closely, and enjoy the time you bring me. Let's cherish it, feel it, and take advantage of the present time to shout without any scruples. It’s because of you that I know that the past will never happen again. I don’t think about what it was like yesterday or what it will be like tomorrow. I will just take today seriously. Because today is yesterday’s tomorrow and tomorrow’s yesterday. If you seize today, you will also seize yesterday and tomorrow.

Thank you, time! You gave me the best gift in the world. You allowed me to see the beautiful world clearly. You gave me training and allowed me to grow. In the process of growing up, I felt happy and sad, angry and calm. It was as if my tongue tasted the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, allowing me to experience the variety and splendor of life. How can we see a rainbow without seeing the wind and rain in life!

Time, thank you! Some people respectfully call you the old man of time. They call you the old man because you have gone through too many days and nights. But I think you are still in your youth. You will not experience birth, old age, illness and death. Your life is repetitive and monotonous, but you have brought us a colorful life. You never thought of yourself and brought everything to us. You are selfless and have no regrets.

Thank you, time! Thank you for everything you have given me! Composition on time in the second grade of junior high school 3

Time weaves raindrops into warmth, leaving memories lingering for several years, making them unforgettable - Inscription

Rushing time, fleeting, past stories, imprints Qian Qian, that year, a sudden rain stranded the boat of time, and the people punting the boat stepped onto the river bank and walked into my world.

You like to wear a small yellow jacket with loose sweatpants underneath. This outfit brings you closer to us. You like to wear a low ponytail, which brings out a round face. A kind and friendly smile always hangs on your face. When you walk in, it seems that the air around you is sweet, so comfortable and warm. nature.

Every day, you bring us the beginning of learning with joy, and your voice takes us to travel in the ocean of knowledge. Whenever you ask questions, you always use your eyes to search for naughty children. The interesting content you teach in class is often talked about by us after class. When you lecture, the spring breeze with the smell of earth scatters you around. The tips of the hair on the temples are raised slightly, adding a sense of beauty and elegance to you. I will never forget the sweet spring you poured into my heart, let alone the touchable warmth in the rain that day.

School is about to end, but the sky is as dark as ink, so dazzling. It seems that the sky is not in a good mood today, and it is dyed gray and blue into burnt ink. Dark clouds are accumulating, coming from all directions, and a storm is about to break out. . After all, the wind was carrying big raindrops. It was not washing away the dust, but the torrential rain was raging. It was like "it rains all night when the house leaks". I was far away from home but I didn't bring an umbrella. I felt like crying and buried my head in my arms. Wan, thinking about what to do after school.

You saw my thoughts, gently called my name, grabbed my slightly damp little hand, and spread out the fingers one by one. It was light in your hand but heavy in my heart. The umbrella was handed into my hand. The teacher wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes for me, and his warm palms left traces of warmth all the way on my face that was shaved cold by the cold water. I don’t know why, the tears in my eyes always flowed down. Maybe this feeling is called touching. , is an unforgettable touch that you left me.

The rain was still raging, but the school bell had already rang. We rushed into the rain curtain to look for our parents. Only I noticed you who was soaked in the rain. My originally thin body looked even more delicate at this moment. As I watched, something warm rolled down my face silently. That thing was called tears in time. I had not cried for a long time. At that moment The dam has burst.

A year passed and I entered junior high school. The intersection of time and distance made our relationship fade and our contact less. You are the only one I will never forget.

Because, there is a kind of nostalgia, you thought you were no longer attached, but because of the swaying raindrops, the thoughts were scattered all over the ground. There was a kind of nostalgia, there was a kind of nostalgia, you thought you were no longer attached, but because I burst into tears because of a specific situation, and there was a kind of nostalgia. I didn't feel grateful at the time. I peeled off the layers of missing and revealed the unforgettable figure of you. Composition on the second grade of junior high school, Part 4

When I was a child, I was eating sweets and watching my grandma working in the fields. It seemed that my childhood had passed without even realizing it.

Watching my grandma planting rice seedlings, I caught shrimps in the stream; watching my grandma cooking, I enjoyed the shade under the big tree; watching my grandma feeding the chickens, I picked osmanthus flowers under the tree...

I still vaguely remember the past. Every time I come to my grandma's house, it's like a groom marrying a bride. I beat the gongs and drums to let the whole village know that I'm here! I am coming! I’m here to see my wonderful grandma! Every winter and summer vacation I spent at my grandma's house, but every time I came, I couldn't bear to leave. When my mother and father came to pick me up, I cried and cried desperately. I was always naive at that time. I thought that as long as I cried and everyone loved me, I could have what I wanted, but in fact, I had to leave regardless of whether I cried or not.

It’s summer vacation again, and I’m back at my grandma’s house. It’s the busy farming period. I was sitting on the bench playing with my mobile phone. My grandma smiled and said she would take me to play in the fields. I wanted to refuse because it was hot outside. I waved my hands and said no more. I lowered my head and played with my mobile phone again. After a while of silence, I raised my head. Seeing my grandma's lonely back, I couldn't help but think deeply.

When I grow up, I will no longer drag my grandma away, and I will no longer make a big fuss when I come here. Although I still want to stay with my grandma, I don’t know why. , I no longer have the same sense of dependence on my grandma as before. Perhaps it is because I have grown up, or perhaps because I have become independent. I know that I will never be the same as when I was a child. While everyone was eating, grandma was still busy. Seeing the wrinkles on her face and her stooped back, I felt very uncomfortable.

Time, time! Can I let you stop for a moment and turn me back to my childhood, so that I can be as innocent and innocent as before, so that my grandma can have one less gray hair and one less wrinkle? Okay? Composition for the second grade of junior high school, Part 5

When everyone is growing up, there are people to whom they are very grateful, because when we were young, we were often disobedient and naughty. But every time I was disobedient, someone came out to educate me, and I received a lot of education. So I am very grateful to the person who taught me, that is Teacher Liu in primary school.

In my memory, she was over fifty years old at that time, a female teacher, with a pair of white glasses on her watery eyes, and a red nose under her flat nose. Pouting. Although there are many wrinkles on her face and some shadowy white hair, I know that she is worried about us. She will always be the most beautiful in our hearts.

It was a winter morning. I had already arrived at school, but as soon as I entered the classroom, my classmate Xiao Zhu asked me to make a group diary. I was already in a bad mood, and her words just added fuel to the fire for me. Oil, I quickly refused. Although he asked me to write many times, I refused. He had no choice but to invite the team leader Xiao Zheng. As soon as he came, he said: "Xiaolong, I am the team leader, so you have to Just listen to me and write as I teach you. ’ After hearing this, I quickly said back: ‘I won’t write what you want to do to me, come and bite me. ’ Since Teacher Liu was on top, he didn’t say much about me and walked away. I thought the matter was over just like that, but the whole thing was caught by Teacher Liu's fiery eyes. As soon as I finished reading, she called me up and said that I had been disobedient recently, but I didn't know what happened at the time. Xiao Zhu quickly stood up and complained to the teacher, saying that I was disobedient and contradicted my classmates. Only then did I suddenly realize that when I faced Teacher Liu, I found that her face was no longer so serious, but kind. I'm not that scared anymore. Then he said to me in serious words: 'Xiaolong, you have to be obedient. At school you have to listen more to your teachers and classmates, otherwise the teacher won't like you and your classmates won't play with you, so you have to be obedient. Of course, it will be the same when you grow up. If you don't listen to your boss, he will fire you and deduct all your salary. ’ After listening, I thought: I must study hard and be more obedient in the future.

This is our teacher, and the person I am most grateful to. Our youth has spent so much effort on the teacher, so we will definitely turn what the teacher says to us into motivation and study hard. Be a good boy, thank you for your time and teachers for letting me know so much. Composition for the second grade of junior high school, Part 6

I feel that I have worked very hard, but the results are not very satisfactory. I remembered that period of time. It was a somewhat gloomy and confusing period. That was probably the first time I discovered the difference in my life. I was celebrating the New Year in a different place. Because I didn’t want to go to someone else’s house for dinner on New Year’s Eve, there was a big conflict. So, on that open-air balcony, we spent a New Year that was not happy at all, and even a little frustrating. At that time, I was just as confused, but I never felt truly unhappy. Maybe it was because I was lucky and still in my little princess dream. At that time, I felt arrogant for a while and looked for different exits in my own way. It’s just that I didn’t know about such a platform at that time. If I had known, maybe, my record would not have lost to that awesome person I praised. At that time, my brain was really active. Just doing some housework or washing dishes, I could come up with dramas and scenes in my mind. I don’t know since when, those active pictures suddenly escaped from my mind, and everything became exhausted. It was not a very beautiful time, but it was a time worth pondering and growing from. That period of time changed our lives. We talked animatedly about that time, which later turned out to be a bit ridiculous. The glory and gloom of a period of time all depend on your current ability. If you succeed, it will be a glorious time; if you fail, it will be a gloomy and shameful time. That period of time is very important in our growth. Composition on Time in the Second Grade of Junior High School Part 7

Time flies, and I have spent eight years studying Chinese. There are many teachers who have taught me, but the most special one and the one who left the deepest impression on me is Lao Shen.

At that time, I had just finished fourth grade, and the summer vacation was catching up with the enrollment of distant literature classes. My mother, who was worried about my Chinese score, quickly signed me up. Therefore, I became Lao Shen’s friend in Qinhuangdao. The first batch of students left me with a shining memory of my growing up years.

Originally resistant to extracurricular classes, I just finished listening to the first trial class and fell in love with this unusual class. Lao Shen talked about literature, but also about culture and history. Literature and history are very interesting to read, but many teachers make them boring. This is why I like reading but don’t like taking Chinese classes. Lao Shen works very hard in class, his voice is cadenced, and his movements and expressions are rich. Along with his various exaggerated interpretations, my thoughts were brought into a new literary world.

He likes to arrange the teaching content into stories, and especially likes to arrange us into stories. I still remember that Lao Shen took the Book of Songs. A ballad compiled by "Shuo Mouse": "Big mouse, big mouse, don't steal my grain. I have fed you for many years, but you refuse to buy KFC for me." Because of this ballad, I suddenly understood the slave owner The exploitation of slaves, the hatred of slaves against their slave owners. Put yourself in the specific situation of the work and consider the problem from the shoes, and the problem becomes interesting and simple! It turns out that Chinese can be learned in this way, and it suddenly dawned on me.

Every Saturday we rush to distant places for classes. Lao Shen takes us to read "Chu Ci" and memorize "The Book of Songs". Learn from the origins of Chinese romantic poetry and realist poetry, to pre-Qin prose, to Wei and Jin literary styles, to Tang poetry, to Song lyrics, to Yuan opera. We memorized more, but Lao Shen talked less. I can recite the long "Pipa Song" and "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" in one breath.

The more I memorized it, the more I would occasionally express a sentence or two in my composition. My mother said that I had a bit of a literary temperament, and my teacher said that my composition had a bit of a literary flavor.

For the final exam, Lao Shen gave us a test paper with a score of 300 points and an additional 30 points. Some test our accumulation in class, some test our common sense of life, and those who are outstanding can participate in the summer camp during the holidays. Despite my desperate efforts, I got my wish during the vacation and visited Xi'an, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties. Traveling to Xi'an, viewing the historical sites, talking about my feelings, caressing the broken walls, I really heard the horse hooves of history coming on the wind...

In those two years, I was transformed from a person who I originally hated. A child who is proficient in Chinese has miraculously turned into a "little doctor of literature" in the eyes of others.

Zhang Ailing said that some people will always be engraved in their memory. Even if they forget his voice, his smile, and his face, the feeling every time they think of him, It will never change.

It has been more than two years since I left Yuanfang Literature Class, and I still often think of the days when I laughed with Lao Shen, and his warm and serious eyes when he taught me. In the bright sunshine, I often imagine that Lao Shen appears in front of me neatly wearing a white shirt and gray jeans, still sunny and cheerful.

Thank you, Lao Shen, for opening up a colorful and dazzling spiritual world for me. He ignited my heart with stories and illuminated a period of my growing up years with literature. Composition for the second grade of junior high school, Chapter 8

There are no clouds in the sky outside the window. The blue sky is like a calm lake, and like a washed mirror, reflecting the things on the earth. Everything is so beautiful, but there seems to be something missing in this wonderful time - those joyful laughter in the sun.

Inside the window, I was overwhelmed by the sea of ??homework. I felt like a small fish in the sea being weighed down by the sea water all day long. Sometimes you need to come up and catch your breath. So I put down the pen in my hand, and those laughter suddenly came to my ears.

When I was a child, at my grandma’s house, our friends loved to run to the fields together and build a small nest with straw in a field of golden rice. This kind of small nest was surrounded by piles of straw and was very airtight. The wind is warm and four or five people can sit inside. You can't see inside from the outside, but you can see outside from the inside. If someone passes by outside, there won't be any clues. Sometimes when we do “bad things” we run and hide. Several times after dark, we were still talking quietly in the fields, and there was joyful laughter everywhere.

One afternoon, a few of us little friends decided to go to the fields to pick melons and eat them back. We little thieves took a fancy to Uncle Li’s melons. Uncle Li’s melons are big and round, and everyone in the village is full of praise for his melons and melon-growing techniques. Our "leader" first gently landed on the river beach, climbed to the edge of the melon field, looked left and right, and soon found the target, the largest and roundest melon, and carefully picked it off. We lined up in a row and rolled the melons down the river beach like passing a baton. I was at the bottom to catch it, but maybe because of a guilty conscience, I didn't catch it. "Plop..." Some water splashed in the river. When the friends heard the "plop", they thought Uncle Li was coming, and they were so frightened that they ran around like soldiers who had been defeated. We ran back to the den and looked around to see if there was no one around, only to realize that it was a false alarm. So we all laughed in unison, laughing while recalling this silly thing.

Suddenly my memory cracked like a mirror, and my mind suddenly returned. He picked up the pen and looked at the homework beside him and sighed. Thinking about the fact that children’s childhood is gone now, they are either burdened by a mountain of homework like Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain five hundred years ago; or they are immersed in games and unable to extricate themselves; or they are imprisoned by parents who are worried about one and the other. In the so-called safe world. Their future memories of childhood will be of working on games, without proper laughter, and without the joy of freedom.

The sky outside the window is still so blue, everything seems like nothing happened but something seems to have happened. I plunged into the bottomless sea of ??homework. Composition on Time in the Second Grade, Chapter 9

The semester is finally over, and I put down the heavy textbooks. In this winter vacation, the greatest pleasure is to take my time and savor the little time during the vacation.

Fiddled with the tassel on the bookmark, my sister and I discussed elves together. When beautiful hairpins were put on my sister’s hair, lanterns were hung in front of the house, and Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters were posted around the house, my family became joyful. During the winter vacation, the most important thing is home, and the happiest thing is being together as a family. Every day, the children are responsible for being happy and the parents are responsible for cooking. How wonderful!

When the winter vacation just started, I didn’t even feel comfortable with it. When the alarm clock rang at 6 o'clock, I got up as usual, and suddenly realized: "Isn't it a holiday?" Yes, it is a holiday, then I can play without any scruples. It's snowing, so put on a thick scarf and trample unscrupulously in the snow, one footprint after another, running and laughing. The family walked in the snow together, I left a snowman in the snow, and the time was frozen at this moment.

Later, the snow melted, the road became less slippery, the weather became much warmer, and the days of winter vacation were extremely leisurely. The birds flew out again to look for food. I took my sister and sprinkled some bread crumbs into the grass every day, hoping that the sparrows in winter would be as happy as usual.

We don't go to school anymore, so we can spend more time with each other. Although they also quarrel over toys and snacks, they are very happy together, even if they just laugh together without any image. When it snows, we have snowball fights together; when the snow melts, we hug our babies and bask in the sun quietly. The holiday is so simple and beautiful.

At night, my sister fell asleep. I lay on the bedside unwilling to fall asleep. At this time, the white clouds gracefully exited, and the stars could show their beauty. The night is extremely empty, and there is no sound of insects or frogs in winter. Only the stars still store everyone's dreams, whispering to the rivers of the world when no one is around. And I listened quietly in the room.

Sometimes, alone, with a book and a cup of tea, let my sister play her game. But I was surfing in the ocean of knowledge, and the big black characters told me many magical and beautiful stories. I can follow Wang Kailing and feel the warm side of human nature; listen to Wang Dingjun's philosophy of life; cook tea and listen to the rain with Bai Luomei, and appreciate the beauty of new words and old dreams...

When I'm tired, just Let’s take a quick trip. Although some people say that traveling is to go from a place where you are tired of living to a place where others are tired of living. But so what, as long as the family is happy together! Walk around the ancient town of Zhouzhuang, known as the Jiangnan Water Town, see the small bridges and flowing water and people’s homes, and savor the comfort and elegance of the ancient town. Go to Tiger Hill, known as the No. 1 mountain in Wuzhong, to appreciate the unique scenery of nature. Listen to the tour guide reenact the scene of Sun Wu training, tell the story of Sun Wukong fighting Erlang Shen in Journey to the West, and listen to the beautiful ladies in ancient costumes playing the beautiful music. I couldn't help but be intoxicated by the guzheng.

The life during the winter vacation is happy and beautiful, but it is also short-lived. Despite this, I also got a rest for my soul. I will record these beautiful little moments into the film of memory so that I can play them back at any time. School is about to start, so get ready and let's be fully prepared to move on! Composition on time in the second grade of junior high school, Part 10

Time is too long, and I am too young, so I dare not imagine the future that is not yet young.

That Friday, I got into my mother’s car with a tired body and mind and headed back to the countryside. Because he was suffering from a cold, he kept silent. He put on his thick cotton coat and hood and wrapped his face in the embrace of darkness.

Along the way, I was thinking about random things, and a small road suddenly appeared in my dark mind. It's not big, but it's extremely familiar, because it's a small road near my home, with rapeseed flowers blooming on both sides, as if it's opening its arms to me, welcoming me home. And my mother’s car is moving slowly.

An inexplicable impulse suddenly appeared. When I lifted my hat, the scene in front of me was exactly what I saw just now. The two lanes of rapeseed flowers, the stale concrete road, and my mother’s car, even the angles are so similar.

I don’t know why this happened. At that moment, I just suddenly felt emotional. It turns out that I am so familiar with my hometown; it turns out that I love my home so much. But suddenly I feel sad. It turns out that I miss my hometown so much. When can I grow up?

Let the cold wind blow on your cheeks, and your thoughts are floating.

The next day, because I felt uncomfortable, my father took me to the hospital in the town. There were a lot of people in the town, so Dad could only keep blowing the whistle. Although some people heard the sound, they still walked in the middle of the road, but Dad seemed to be used to such an environment and was not annoyed. When I came back, it was bustling with people, and I saw many old people walking together, holding homemade things, and wearing the iconic blue peasant uniforms. Suddenly I remembered what my father said to me, "Some people will stay here all their lives, but you have to work hard and live a good life in the future, and don't stay in the countryside."

Suddenly I felt very emotional, What does my future look like? In the future, where will my foothold be?

I am still young, 15 years old; but not young. In another year I will face the first test of my life - the high school entrance examination. Maybe it is time to think about my future.

But what should I think? No one knows what the future society will be like. Maybe if we plan well now, the future will be different. But if there is no plan now, what will happen in the future?

I have had many unrealistic dreams. I will be a writer in the future, stay at home and write my own novels, live my own life, and be separated from the people outside in a world. But maybe my father’s lectures to me every day brought me back to reality. Maybe my dream of being a writer was too far away. In the future, this family would need me to shoulder the heavy burden.

At the age of 15, you gave me so many sighs. My little time, what will you be like in the future?