The works of junior high school writers

In life, work and study, everyone inevitably touches or uses composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are the compositions written by junior high school writers in my collection. Welcome to read the collection.

Junior high school writer composition 1 has entered junior high school, and my Chinese teacher has changed. My Chinese teacher is a strict teacher. She seems to be pregnant. However, if she were a primary school teacher, she would definitely go home and not give us lessons.

To our surprise, Mr. China continued to give us lessons, but didn't stop us.

Our Chinese teacher gave us a very detailed lesson, which was not sloppy at all, and there were no loopholes anywhere. If there are any loopholes, the teacher will tell us. Anyone who doesn't understand, as long as you ask a question, the teacher will seriously explain it to you. Unlike other teachers, she never cuts it. Let the team leader explain it to you. Of course, the team leader is not as good as the teacher.

Our Chinese teacher is a very good teacher. Although she gave us more homework, she was good for all of us.

Chinese teacher has a bad temper, too.

Once, the bell rang at my deskmate's class, and the teacher criticized him before he took out his Chinese book.

Although the teacher is very strict with us, I always believe that the stricter the teacher is, the better the students she teaches and there will be no bad students. Let's be proud of our Chinese teacher! This is the head teacher of our class 229.

Sister, thank you for your kindness to me. Every time I go to school, you have to take me to school. Sometimes you put the child to sleep and put him in the car. Then you drive to my house carefully, and then you let the child sleep in my house. You were a little tired at that time, but you insisted on sending me to school, and then you went back to my house to rest. After a while, you went home. I also thank my sister for being kind to me every time. Last time, you and I went to buy snacks and started buying snacks when we arrived at the snack shop. I followed you and suddenly saw my favorite Jianda chocolate. I looked at the price and wanted to eat it, but it was a little expensive, so I didn't tell you, "I really want to eat that chocolate." You saw that my eyes were very, very eager to eat that chocolate, so you bought me one. I was very, very grateful to my sister at that time. We bought some snacks, paid the bill and walked out of the snack shop. When I came out, I didn't eat that chocolate, but took out four pieces from it. Then I gave the four pieces to my sister, and when I got home, I gave the rest of the chocolate to my family. After sharing, the rest was given. Sister, there is one more thing I really want to say thank you to my sister. That day, my mother cooked me my favorite fried rice with eggs, which is also my sister's favorite. I picked up a bowl and wolfed it down. After a while, I finished eating. At that time, there was no fried rice with eggs in the pot, and you gave me half. I thanked you then, too.

I finally want to say to you: "thank you, sister!" " "

Junior high school writer composition 3 Life seems to be a colorful book, there will always be many interesting things, happy things and touching things ... but I will never forget that "good-hearted man"!

On a cloudy day, the biting cold wind blew head-on. There are few pedestrians on the road and the moon is looming in the sky.

Grandpa, mom and I are watching a movie in the living room. Suddenly, grandma let out a cry of "Ouch" in the bedroom! We hurried in, only to find that the expression on grandma's face was very painful, like a Woodenhead standing motionless on the ground. "Why don't I know? My hands and feet suddenly can't move! " Grandma quickly said that we were all scared silly. Grandpa was immediately taken to the hospital by grandma, and my mother and I went to find a taxi. At that time, it was over 10. Where can I find a car?

Just as we were in a hurry, a dark blue car came into our sight. This taxi came at the right time. My mother and I seemed to see the savior and reached out and stopped him. The car stopped and we quickly put grandma in the back seat. We eagerly said to the driver, "Master, let's go to the hospital, please hurry!" " "The master paused and said," Well, get on the bus. "

Five minutes later, the bus arrived at the hospital gate. Grandpa immediately helped grandma out of the car and ran quickly to the emergency room. Mother took out a ten-dollar bill from her bag and handed it to the master, who didn't look at it or take it. My mother thought she was short of money and took out thirty dollars from her bag. The master quickly said, "I didn't mean that." I am not a taxi, so I only said two words-thank you!

Although I have forgotten the appearance of this kind-hearted man now, I will never forget this matter and this kind-hearted uncle.

I have a strange father. He is a soldier, in his forties this year. Dad has short black hair; Thick eyebrows; A pair of bright eyes; Beautiful nose. If it weren't for that fat beer belly, dad would really be a handsome boy!

Why do you say he is my strange father? You will know after reading my introduction.

Dad's first freak: serious and funny. Whenever I study, my father asks me to get into the top three, write the words correctly, and always look serious. However, in daily life, he is very funny and likes to dance like a robot. In summer, my father still likes to learn belly dancing with his back bare. His stomach twisted and twisted, which made everyone laugh.

And dad's second monster-stingy and generous. Dad's meanness is famous in our family. Usually he never spends a penny recklessly. Once, my mother saw that his sandals were broken and bought a new pair of shoes. Father was not only happy, but also said, "If my shoes are broken, just stick them with glue instead of buying new ones." Every time we go to the supermarket, he refuses to buy me snacks and toys. He always says to me, "The children in the disaster area don't even have enough to eat, and you still spend money indiscriminately."

But every year when the farm is busy, my father will send money to my grandparents and some delicious food. I remember one year during the Spring Festival, my grandfather's TV broke down. Dad also rushed to the store on New Year's Eve and bought them a TV! Relatives and friends at home, no matter who is in trouble, he will do his best to help.

Although dad is strange, I love dad!

My grandmother loves us very much. She spends much time and energy cooking for us every day. She claims to be the logistics manager of our family.

The logistics manager knew that I didn't like the nutritious lunch at school, so he decided to send me a meal. Ask me what I want to eat the next day at dinner every day, discuss the next day's menu with me, mix the meat and vegetables well, and deliver them to the school gate on time the next day. Delivering meals is a coolie. The weather is sunny, hot, windy and rainy, stormy and thunderous. Many times, you have to wait for me outside the school gate. Mom said that when I grow up, it's time for me to eat school meals, so that grandma doesn't have to go to work every day and can go out to play when she is free. But grandma said she was willing to work hard for me to grow taller, eat more and work harder. I was so moved to see my grandmother insist on cooking for me so hard and always try to finish all the dishes. Grandma will be very happy when she sees the empty lunch box at night, and she will praise me a few words. I feel very happy when I see her happy expression.

Grandma is a very thrifty person, always reluctant to spend money on expensive things, but she doesn't save money at all when she buys food. When she goes to the market, she always chooses to buy organic vegetables, local pork and fruit. If we eat a lot and are happy, she smiles as if she had eaten it in her stomach. If we all act like we don't like food, then in most cases, she will start to scold grandpa. It must be that grandpa can't buy things.

I think we are very happy to have such a logistics supervisor in our family, and I will try to eat as much food as possible. Now I often help her do what I can, help her clean the table and floor and tidy the room. When I grow up, I will drive her for a ride, take her out for a trip, take her to eat delicious food and be her logistics supervisor!

Junior high school writer composition 6 promoted to middle school. I didn't have many friends at first, and I felt so lonely. Later, I made a few friends, but I haven't reached the realm of girlfriends. Later, I sat quietly with Xiao, and we hit it off and became best friends. Gradually, we got to know Jacko Jony J, who happened to be our front seats. We will soon become a "quartet", which should be providence.

No matter what we do together, even if we go to WC, we should go together. Hee hee, maybe a little exaggerated, but that's the truth. We can be described as "sharing weal and woe". Why? Let's say last time, Xiao Jing accidentally fell and got hurt. We went to the infirmary together every day until Xiao Jing recovered. Besides, we eat snacks together.

We all have many topics to talk about together. Today I talk about teachers and tomorrow I talk about classmates. I am very happy to be with them every day. We also study together, express our opinions together, study together, sometimes joke, and even study becomes interesting.

Xiao Jing and Jony J are our pistachios. Every day, they try to make Xiaojie and me laugh. When they are together, they always laugh their heads off and have facial cramps. Xiaojie is a lovely and weak girl. She has a lively personality and makes friends easily. As for me, I always find a topic to talk about and think about some topics every day, because I don't want the four of us to be silent when we are together. Of course, with my efforts, the four of us are laughing and laughing every day, which makes other students "annoyed".

Haha, we are a happy quartet.

I have many classmates, among whom Li Ming is the most helpful. He used to be a monitor, so he studied better in his class. Now, as a league cadre, I have a good ideological performance. He is of medium height, with dark skin, big eyes and a small nose. He is a simple and honest man at first sight.

Every time I see him, I think of a past event.

It was the second half of senior two, and we were facing the severe test of senior three. All the students study early in the morning, and I am no exception. But at this critical moment, my right hand was sprained unintentionally, and it was very serious, which delayed my day's class. At that time, my study was very tense. I didn't go to school for a day, and then I had to catch up two or three times. Just when I was impatient, Li Ming came to my house. As soon as he sat down, he said, "You haven't been to school all day. I estimate that you will be anxious, and I will make up lessons for you. " "I was very touched. As he spoke, he took out his book and told me about the class that day. But I didn't understand it after listening to it several times in a row. He explained the essentials and operation methods of the calculation problem to me. When I made up the lessons that day, it had been several hours. My parents asked him to stay for dinner, but he didn't eat anything and left soon.

The next day, the teacher gave us a test to check the efficiency of the class the day before. I took the initiative to ask the teacher for an examination paper and answered the questions carefully. Later, after the teacher corrected the paper, he came to me and asked if anyone would help me make up the lessons. I told the truth. The teacher praised Li Ming's spirit of helping others in class.

Although it is a common thing, his spirit of helping others is really worth learning.

Composition written by junior high school writers 8 Yuan Yuan has a touch of red "morning glow" on her face, and the ponytail is so cute! She is the "big clown" in our class-Yang. She is a little girl who is sometimes loved and sometimes hated. You may ask why sometimes people hate her! Tell you one thing, you will hate her to death.

There are often some performances at school. Let's talk about the last textbook drama! Everyone should know that the performance needs makeup! Speaking of make-up, just look at Yang's cheek, it will definitely piss you off. Pink without makeup, like a beautiful red apple in autumn. You can think about how much money you can save on cosmetics for her mother every year! Every time we talk about her, her face turns redder, and we laugh when we look at her. "People don't want to!" She pretends to be cute on purpose, although she speaks exquisitely. In fact, she is an out-and-out tomboy, who often "draws swords to help each other when the road is rough"!

Of course, she is also quite cute, and she is also a comedian in our class! As soon as she opened her mouth, several students in the class laughed from ear to ear. There is a female classmate in the class who often calls Yang: "Red swan meat! Red swan meat! " Once, Yang was reading a book called "Cat Warrior", and that classmate shouted: "Red swan meat! I want to eat you! " And dragged her away. On the way, she pretended to be unhappy and pursed her lips and shouted, "The Red Swan wants to read!" " "He ran back. When the students met, there was no one who couldn't help laughing his head off. They are really a pair of humorists.

Yang, Yang, you are so ridiculous. You often take us to a happy realm. In the class, you can be regarded as a "national treasure animal" and really a "big clown" in our class!

Outside the window, the rain is rustling. Rain falls from the sky, dancing under the autumn wind girl's skirt and playing on the golden deciduous keys.

Tick tock, tick tock. The clock on the wall points to 12. I'm hungry and my stomach is growling. "Why hasn't mom come to deliver the meal yet?" I muttered to myself.

"Ding-dong", a ringing doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw it was my mother. I saw that my mother was wet all over, and water dripped from the tip of her hair, and crystal water dripped down her face and cheeks and fell into her collar. My eyes were moist, and through the thin mist, I saw my mother's face full of fatigue. Look carefully, several wrinkles have climbed up the corner of my mother's eye. Oh! Mom works too hard. I quickly picked up a towel to wipe my mother's face, but my mother smiled and handed me a lunch box. As soon as I felt hot, I opened the steaming lunch box and ate it with relish. Mom is watching happily. At this time, my mother's cell phone rang, and I only heard her say, "OK, OK, I'll go back to the hospital right away." After that, my mother hurried out to work again.

Outside the window, the rain is still raining wantonly. I silently said, "Rain! Stop it now! So mom's clothes won't get wet, and she can go back to the hospital safely ... "

Junior high school writer composition 10 Look up at the blue sky, feel the breeze, bathe in the sunshine, and shout at the sunshine: "You are the most beautiful!"

In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes, and the warm sunshine, like a passionate angel, retreated from the wanton darkness. The whole room is full of honey color and infinite motivation. I got up happily, and the new sky was full of sunshine. Pick up your schoolbag briskly, walk confidently on the way to school, and infect everyone around you with a sunny smile.

When I put down my schoolbag, I suddenly heard my friend sobbing slightly, and her shoulder twitched with the sobbing, which also shocked me. I patted her on the shoulder. Her swollen eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, and they ran down her throat to the deepest part of her heart. I raised my mouth and smiled and said to her, "What's the matter? Stop crying, stop crying! You can talk to me if you have grievances in your heart! " She choked up and said intermittently; "Well, I failed the exam yesterday. When I got home, my father scolded me and my mother was very angry. " Don't be sad. Look, the bright and warm sunshine outside the window may be dim sometimes, but it will shine on flower of life one day. Give life a sunny smile, and life will give you a sunny life! "All hope into a ray of sunshine, dispelled the thick haze in her heart. Looking back at each other, two pairs of bright eyes smiled heartily in the bright sunshine, quiet and sweet. ...

The whole day will pass, but the sunshine will always be there. I believe that the sunshine tomorrow will be more brilliant and charming. Walking on the way after school, the sunshine in the evening is pure gold, without any flaws, and the light shines on people. The sky may be occupied by dark clouds, but I will eventually see the sunshine through the clouds, and my heart is above the dark clouds.

The sky will be blue, the wind will be soft, the sun will shine, and I will be the most beautiful!

Junior high school writer's composition 1 1 As the saying goes, "the eyes are the windows of the soul." This sentence is absolutely right. My mother has a pair of beautiful and bright eyes, through which I can feel my thoughts and feelings from my mother.

Mom's eyes are persistent. She has been very strict with me since I was in the first grade. She is not careless about my study. Every time I do my homework after class, she will help me seriously. Teach me how to read the text with emotion; He also told me a lot about the text; After I finish my homework, she will check it carefully, and because of my mother's care and persistence, my study is getting better and better.

Mother's eyes are very gentle. Mom's work is very busy. But at any time, she will take care of me patiently. Every day, she is the first to wake me up, pack my schoolbag with me and take me to school. After school, she also waited for me outside the school gate to send me home safely. On one occasion, I had the honor to represent my class in the whole school reading contest. Because the preparation time is tight, I am a little uneasy. My mother saw it, corrected it for me herself and helped me pronounce it. Nevertheless, I can't pronounce some words. I know my mother is very strict with me, so I get angry. I didn't expect that instead of being angry, she comforted me. Don't panic, take your time. Under her guidance, I won the second prize in that competition! My mother's eyes are very gentle to me.

Under the careful care of my mother, I have entered the learning stage of Grade Two. The impression left by my mother's eyes can accompany me for a lifetime.

Junior high school writer's composition 12 my classmate

She is short. Although she looks like a very small person in my eyes, her big eyes are full of aura and she wears a ponytail. Every time she jumps, the ponytail like a rooster goes up. She is the "deputy head teacher" of our class-Sun.

Although she is young, she studies well! Otherwise, how can you get that reputation-deputy head teacher. Sun was later transferred to our class. At first, I didn't take it seriously either. I didn't think she could stand any threat to my top ten throne. 1. She is excellent in every exam and is one of the best students in our class. 2. Teachers in all subjects gave her recognition, and I was a little jealous of her, so I decided to surpass her.

"There are many good things to grind." She failed the exam in Sun Shan. I thought the teacher would re-elect the deputy head teacher this time, but I was disappointed that the teacher didn't re-elect. This just suddenly realized.

It's time for another training. I'm listening to Yang Lu telling jokes. She stood on the platform pretending to be a teacher. She said, "Zhang Qiming, stop laughing and go drilling." When I get angry, I stop playing. What's the big deal, I said. I came to the playground, and she said I was standing askew. I flew into a rage. "Why do you bother me on purpose?" I shouted loudly. To my surprise, she took my hand and said with a smile; "Zhang, don't be angry. I don't want to disturb you. The teacher will come in a minute. You should be angry when you see the crooked team in our class. Let's start from the overall situation. " I am very ashamed of what she said. She always comes to see me after the storm.

From then on, I felt so small that we became good friends.

I have a very fond friend, but I seem to have made her angry.

Let's follow my footsteps and see what happens.

My classmate is an unsmiling person with a withdrawn personality. Few people in the class talk to her, and she never wants to talk to others. She has always been alone. I told my classmate that I wanted to make friends with her, and I did the same. I often visit her and talk to her a lot. She sometimes smiles at me and talks to me. At this moment, I am as happy as a child.

This morning, we went to the canteen to eat together, which is also the beginning of things.

Also having dinner with us is her sister. They are two completely different people. Even standing together, it is impossible to see that they are a family. They have nothing in common.

So I laughed and asked, "Are you a family? Is there a person here? " I didn't realize how hurtful the joke was, but I kept talking to another classmate of mine!

Neither of the two sisters spoke, but her sister just smiled and kept a straight face. I finally realized something and stopped talking, feeling very ashamed. Before the apology was said, she had already left. She was angry!

Later, she stopped talking to me. Sometimes when I talked to her, she ignored me and I couldn't speak.

Finally, I talked to her almost every day, but I didn't dare to say more for fear that she would be annoyed. But I really want to make up with her, and I apologized to her, but I still want to say sorry to her again.

14 written by a junior high school writer, the wind of happiness drifted, warm and sweet-I was intoxicated ... When I woke up, I found that ordinary happiness had already stopped in front of me ... After dinner, I sank in my room again, lying on the sofa quietly reading magazines. At this time, the door was pushed open. I thought it was my mother, but when I looked back, it was my grandmother. Grandma looked at me kindly, holding the chopped pitaya and spoon in her hand, and said with a big smile, "Little darling, you like eating pitaya best." Eat quickly! " I smiled. Maybe I really like to eat these fruits, such as cantaloupe, watermelon and pitaya, but grandma also likes to eat these fruits, so she can't bear to eat them every time, so she has to save them for me. I'm a little embarrassed. I smiled and said, "Grandma, eat! I don't want it. " Because I know-our generation after 90, after all, eat more than grandma, and grandma …

Grandma didn't say anything, just sighed and turned away. Maybe I broke his heart again. ...

I went to the balcony, and there was a conversation between my mother and grandma in my ear. Grandma said helplessly: "When the child is older, she will not kiss her. Every time I give her something, she doesn't want it. Hey! " "Don't eat, just let her, mom, eat by yourself!" Mother comforted. "Hi ..." Another sigh!

Maybe this is the voice of an old man. She never cares about her own gains and losses, only about the next generation. What we can do now is to understand them, convey our gratitude and love with a grateful heart, and enjoy our happiness quietly. ...

My mother is the most hospitable. She is so enthusiastic that she has to drag her parents for more than half an hour when she meets acquaintances in the street. Even the people she hates (her father's card friend) will greet them with great energy. He also pays great attention to my manners and habits. When going to other people's homes, he must not walk around at will. When you meet an acquaintance, you must call your uncle and aunt. When guests come to our home, we must offer tea first. .....

My mother is also very gentle and patient. She only tells me unhappy things when she sleeps at night, just like a child. However, she is also extremely strong. Without me, she never shed a tear in front of us. She always opens her wings to protect us intact and always solves difficulties silently. She doesn't want to share her pain with us.

My mother is very strict sometimes. When I was in primary school, my mother found instant noodles and spicy strips that I secretly ate. My mother was furious and pulled my ear to punish me. It's late at night, but my mother doesn't want me to go to bed. I was scared to cry by my mother's seriousness. Finally, my father, who has always been strict, came to persuade me to go to school tomorrow and forget it today. On that day, my mother's slap did not fall on me after all. She just cried and taught me.

This is my dearest mother. She is kind, strict, passionate and ignorant. But she loves me with the most sincere feelings and educates me in the simplest way. Everything she has done for me is something I want to be grateful for.

I love you, my dearest mother.