When writing essays in the first year of junior high school, I always write "more people but less words"

1. The fewer words in the composition about family and society in the first grade of junior high school, the better

My family

Home, such a familiar word, in my opinion , home is just a house, a place where family members return. However, "family" is different. "Family" is a collective group composed of one's closest relatives and loved ones.

My family is a big family, with three generations of us living together. Although our family is large, our life is simple and dull, not full of laughter and laughter like other families.

In the past, every morning, my father and mother were busy at work and had no time to take care of my daily life. Except for dinner, I ate in the school cafeteria almost every day. After my grandfather and grandmother knew about it, they specially moved from their hometown. Come here and prepare meals for me every day so that I can eat delicious meals as soon as I get home.

After grandpa and grandma came, their hands were not idle. They mopped the floor and washed clothes for us every day. Mom was afraid that the two old people would be tired, so she finished all the work that they should do early, but they There is always something to do. Their mother often advised them: "Mom, Dad, please stop doing it. I will do all the work." But grandpa and grandma said, "You two are so tired from going to work every day. You still have to do all this work when you come back. How can you be so busy?" Come on, I am free, I can do as much as I can!" However, my father and mother are still very filial. They buy a few new things for my grandpa and grandma every month, which makes me a little envious.

Every night, we rarely get together to chat. Dad was always working on his files in the study, while grandma and mom were mending some clothes for us. Grandpa would read the newspaper there or play chess with the old man next door. I'm watching my TV. Although we are all doing our own things, we often hear caring words in our ears. For example: Grandma often said to me: "Don't eat too many snacks while watching TV. It's easy to accumulate food or don't watch TV for too long. It’s not good for your eyes.” Mom and dad often say to grandpa and grandma: “Dad, mom, don’t stay up so late, go to bed quickly”...

Although my family life is dull, it is. From this plainness, harmony and happiness stand out. This is my family, an ordinary family. 2. Write a 600-word essay for the first grade of junior high school

My good teacher

You have lived a hard life and dedicated your knowledge silently. You are the messenger of civilization, you are the hard-working gardener, you are Engineer of the soul. People also say: "As deep as the sky is your mind, as deep as the mountains is your kindness." Indeed, teacher, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, I extend my sincere blessings to you.

You have worked hard all your life and dedicated your knowledge silently. You are the messenger of civilization, you are the hardworking gardener, and you are the engineer of the soul. People also say: "As deep as the sky is your mind, as deep as the mountains is your kindness." Indeed, teacher, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, I extend my sincere blessings to you. , you can also contribute - Title Some people say that teachers are the soil, turning knowledge into nutrients and imparting it to the flowers of the motherland so that they can grow vigorously. Some people also say that teachers are a bridge of knowledge, bringing us into the wonderful world of science and allowing us to give full play to our fantastic ideas. But I think the teacher is a candlelight. Although the light is weak, it illuminates the road ahead for us in the darkness, so that we don’t have to be afraid or panic. When we are unhappy, the teacher is also a key to help us unlock the shackles of our hearts and free our hearts again. "The spring silkworm will not run out of silk until it dies, and the wax torch will dry up when it turns to ashes." The teacher is like the spring silkworm, like a candle, only for dedication, without any expectation of reward. For many days and nights, they stayed up and corrected our homework until dawn. Even during holidays, they are busy preparing lesson plans for us. Moreover, no matter where teachers go, it is always us students who worry them. , you can also contribute. When the earth secretly ran around the sun, the teacher also led us forward for a period of time on the road of life. I have entered the second grade of junior high school, and every moment of the year has been kept in my heart. Teacher Wu, the head teacher, took us to a higher level. Teacher Wu is extremely strict in class, and every word is precise and sonorous. During the period before the final exam, there were two or three papers for us to do every day. Maybe you think that teachers always tell various truths every day, impart profound knowledge, assign endless homework every day, nag students every day, and always criticize students. But as students, who of us has ever truly thought that everything the teacher does is for our future and for our own good? If it weren’t for the teachers’ hard work, how could we have achieved today’s results? Let’s talk about the Chinese teacher, Teacher Pan. Teacher Pan has her own way of teaching. What she told us the most is that we must memorize key passages. If you make a mistake in writing ancient poetry or classical Chinese during the exam, you will have to copy it 20 times. At first, the students were reluctant, so Teacher Pan said: "I asked you to copy so that you could correct your mistakes. You will definitely study poetry and classical Chinese in the high school entrance examination. If you lose all these points, you are too bad." It shouldn’t be. Moreover, copying is a kind of punishment, a small setback. If you don’t practice how to bear a small setback now, you will definitely fall when you grow up and face a big setback.” Learned to take the initiative to memorize the passages to be memorized.

To be honest, we quite enjoy this challenge! Whenever I see that I have written everything correctly again, I feel very excited. Three minutes before each class, Teacher Pan will ask us to memorize our favorite articles and accumulate more writing skills. Every time we recite it, we will be particularly serious and immersed in this atmosphere. What moved me the most was the geography teacher, Teacher Fu. Teacher Fu originally taught first-level students like other associate subject teachers. But Teacher Fu offered to teach us in Classes 7 and 8. We students collectively signed the petition to the prefect, and with our joint efforts, Teacher Fu was finally retained. However, because Teacher Fu has added Classes 7 and 8 of our second grade of junior high school, the number of classes he only has to teach has been increased from 4 to 6. How many more lessons will he have to memorize and how much more effort will he have to put in! Teacher Fu, your relationship with us is no longer just a teacher-student relationship. You are like our good friend. You will chat with us after class. You will also send us mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You will also tell us about your unhappy things. I still remember that during a class meeting, Teacher Fu - who is also our deputy head teacher - was not very satisfied with the recent learning situation of our class, so he asked everyone to "tell the truth." I still vaguely remember Teacher Fu's words: "...In the process of struggle, you will often encounter setbacks. Only by persevering to the end can you achieve final success..." These words ignited the fighting spirit of our whole class. Teacher Fu, you have completely won the trust and love of your classmates! As the saying goes, "Once a teacher, always a father." Teachers are like our biological parents, caring about our lives and our studies all the time. Burning is the teacher’s spirit and character; dedication is the teacher’s belief and pursuit. Sow seeds with language, cultivate with chalk, moisten with sweat, and water with hard work. This is the teacher's labor. The podium is the teacher's stage, and the teacher is the dancer on the stage. In ups and downs, spring, summer, autumn and winter, even if the black hair turns into white snow and wrinkles cover the forehead. The campus is the teacher's garden, and the teacher is the gardener. The beautiful sunshine shines, the kind rain and dew nourish it, and the true spring breeze makes our hearts green with green grass and blooming flowers. Dear teacher, you use the most noble human emotion - love, to sow spring, sow ideals, sow strength, sow hope... Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how could so many beautiful soul flowers bloom? September is a harvest month. In this month, we will usher in a day, a sacred day, a festival for teachers-Teacher's Day. On this beautiful day, we hold beautiful flowers in our hands and dedicate them to you, dear teacher, together with a good blessing. 3. Three essays for junior high school students, with fewer words, preferably from the first year of junior high school.

April afternoon notes It was a very ordinary afternoon after the Qingming Festival. Although the sky was a little overcast, there was still a faint trace of sunshine.

The breeze gently blows the "branches" and "leaves" of the newly branched tree. In this way, the branches sway with the blowing of the wind, and the leaves move with the swing of the branches. Then the wind spread and blew everywhere, blowing over the mountains, over the low hills, over the herds, and across the rivers.

When it blows through the wheat field, the wheat seedlings all bend down; when it blows across the river, ripples appear on the water surface, and occasionally it blows on people's bodies, which makes people feel the coldness that is better than the cold. After all, according to the lunar calendar, winter has just come to an end. However, this kind of coldness cannot be compared with the coldness in winter. At most, it is like holding a piece of ice in the palm of your hand in summer, except for a little bit of coldness, it is still cool and comfortable.

In such a gloomy weather, wind is probably the prerequisite for rain. Sure enough, when it was about to get dark, the sky began to become hazy. Without the sun's illumination, the earth became darker and darker.

A slight drizzle began to fall again. At first it was as light as people often say, but then the wind got stronger and the rain got heavier, until the only sound was the sound of wind and rain. The rain didn't stop until dark. The rain, wind and darkness gave people a sad feeling. It's not a summer thunderstorm, there is no rainbow after the thunderstorm, there is no dusk after the rainbow and the tranquility after the dusk. Thinking of this makes people feel again Sad and sad.

Wind and Rain·Rainbow "Where is the rainbow? Tell me, can you give me back my wish?" With the gorgeous rainbow in the sky, no one may know how long ago there was a heavy rain. "Rainbow" in my ears reminded me of its singer, Jay Chou.

Maybe some people will say, isn't Jay Chou the male singer who only knows how to hum and laugh with his nunchucks? Isn't he that shy boy who only lowers his cap to cover his eyebrows in front of others? Isn't he the Taiwanese singer who can't pronounce clearly when he sings? In just a few words, they summarized their evaluation of Jay Chou. However, they only limited their vision to Jay Chou's past. Who can summarize his past and present in detail in just a few words? Behind celebrities, there will be little-known sorrows.

When he was young, he had just learned to speak, and was forced by his mother to practice piano. His immature fingers were tapping on the keyboard, and if he was a little neglectful, he might get a taste of whipping. Day after day, year after year, his musical talent finally emerged.

But what makes his mother sad is that he actually suffers from congenital ankylosing spondylitis. This kind of blow is unacceptable to ordinary people. When Jay was singing and composing songs, his illness broke out. He would sit in a corner and battle with the disease, or swallow pills to suppress the pain.

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? If suffering is Jay's storm, then achievement is his rainbow. Gradually, his creations took the route of Chinese style.

Whether it is the handed down "Blue and White Porcelain" that holds sandalwood and waits for the misty rain, or the poignant and graceful "Hair Like Snow" that makes the beauty shed tears, or the "Chrysanthemum Terrace" with broken flowers everywhere and floating thoughts and melancholy. , or "Thousands of Mountains and Rivers" about pursuing dreams and never giving up, both perfectly fit the characteristics of Chinese style. His music not only symbolizes Chinese pop music, but also incorporates elements of Chinese classical music. He is worthy of being the king of Chinese music.

The flawless rainbow before my eyes brought me back to reality. The beautiful melody of "Rainbow" is still in my ears. "Why is the sky so quiet? All the clouds have come to me..." There is a man playing the piano under the tree in the early morning. There is no better time than this. The rising sun shines through the thin The clouds gently illuminate the earth.

Spring is here, walking under the willow trees that have just sprouted buds, carrying my schoolbag on my back, and walking on the way to school. My thoughts are flying with the morning breeze and the fragrance of spring. I miss this beautiful time and want to stay in this beautiful morning forever.

I suddenly stopped and listened to such melodious music! It was played by the accordion. The music is flying everywhere with the wind, maybe he is a superb piano player.

From now on, whenever I pass by this trail, I can always hear beautiful music. Later, instead of listening to music, I paid attention to the man playing the piano under the tree.

He wears a black windbreaker, a pair of casual pants, and a pair of big leather boots every day. No matter it is windy or rainy, sunny or cloudy, he comes to play the piano every morning and stands under a remote big tree, unable to attract the attention of passers-by. People can only hear his voice but not see him.

But it caught my attention. Until one day he played the accordion and sang with a bass: "The me in the reflection is the me on the water..."

‘’ I understand why I can hear such beautiful music every such beautiful morning. people.

It takes perseverance and determination to pursue unremittingly to succeed. Inadvertently, he gave me a revelation: Don't give up halfway, only keep working hard will you be the final winner! From that day on, there was another voice in the early morning... My sister, from the day she was born until now, has always been like a dramatic actress, constantly bringing a lot of laughter to our boring life.

Although all this happened in her unconscious state, she was very naughty and very cute. At first, I was jealous of my sister because my mother gave me the love that originally belonged to me. Most of it was given to my sister, but I am quite willing now because my sister is so lovable! What is so cute about my sister? Let me first introduce you to my sister’s appearance. She has dark skin and a pair of sly eyes that are particularly bright. Sometimes you can feel that these eyes are saying something to you! Haha, the most interesting thing about her look is the two braids on the top of her head, standing high there, giving her a special "air". So where is the naughty sister? She loves to act coquettishly, which is probably her trump card. Once she uses this trick, she will be unbeatable, and no one can do anything to her.

This time, unfortunately, I encountered it. On the weekend, I was having fun playing with my game console! When I was about to pass the last level, I was in a state of extreme nervousness and excitement. At this time, the arrival of an uninvited guest completely disrupted the situation.

That person is my baby sister! She ran up to me with her braid "dong dong" and gave the order without hesitation: "Brother, let me play." "Go away, go away, brother, pass the level quickly."

" No, let me play." She looked at me for a long time and then ran away. 4. For first-year students in junior high school, excellent essays on people should be 600 words, no more than 700. For first-year junior high students on excellent essays on people, the essay should be excellent 5. For first-year students in junior high school, two essays on people and affairs should be 600 words each.

Title : My father

My father is a driver and I rarely see him every day. I know that my father is busy with us again.

Speaking of my father, one of his biggest features is his eyes. When his father smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits. Therefore, whenever my father laughs, we say to him: "Father, can your eyes still see us?" and we laugh heartily.

Relatively speaking, my father is relatively liberal. Although he didn't read much, he knew a lot of truths. My father often taught us that we should love our family, that our brothers and sisters should be of the same mind, and that we should help everyone when they have difficulties in the future. My father paid special attention to family ties. He often told us that family ties are priceless and even more important than life. Especially the sentence he wrote himself, "There are no absolutes in this world, only family love is the most important." Our father's education touched us deeply.

My father can understand our thoughts and believes in us. I still remember when I was a kid, we kids went to play at a neighbor’s house. Later, the neighbor's money disappeared. They all thought that I had taken the money, but my father did not think so.

My father came over and asked me kindly: "Xiaoyu, have you taken any money from your neighbor's house?" I replied: "I haven't." My father did not ask me again. He walked over and said to the neighbor: "My child did not take any money from your house." Let’s find more money.” I have benefited a lot from my father’s understanding and righteousness.

My father is very caring. My father always donates 1,000 yuan to disaster-stricken areas every time. In fact, my family is not rich. But my father was very happy. He said to us: "These are our Chinese compatriots. We need to rescue them when they are in trouble." Not only that, during the last earthquake in Japan, my father also donated money. My father’s actions made us start to save money and donate money.

In fact, what moved us the most was what our father posted in front of the stage: "Even if everyone in the world looks down on your child, parents should appreciate him with tears in their eyes! Hug him! Praise him." He! Be forever proud of the life he created! "My father regards this sentence as very important, and we are all influenced by his emotions. We understand that our father is for us, and our father is for us to make money. In short, everything my father does is for us.

Therefore, I want to say to my father: "We will study hard and repay your kindness when we grow up."

I love my father.

The person whose topic has the greatest impact on me

Shake and shake, shake and shake, until I reach Grandma’s Bridge——" When I was still lying in the cradle, my grandma sang, I As I fell asleep, my wet hands that had just finished washing the dishes were tucked into my apron and tucked into my quilt. I don’t know how many silences were broken by the sound of “beep”, which hung on my grandma’s tired but red smile. Growing up in a cradle.

Eating has been my biggest problem since I was a child. I ate a bowl of rice that was hot and cold, and looked at my grandma’s wrinkled hands holding the rice bowl. With that kind face that showed no blame at all, I would just smile stupidly at my grandma, but grandma would never forget to tell me not to waste a grain of rice. She often told me stories. He took me to the large vegetable garden not far behind the house to appreciate the beautiful nature, and then always told me to love small animals, saying that since they are living things, they should have the opportunity to live happily in this world. When I was older, my mother sent me to kindergarten. Every day I saw my grandma from the entrance of the kindergarten, just like the poor people in Nigeria seeing the savior. I clamored, ran and jumped, dragging my panting grandma towards the cake shop I visited every day. Run. When the teacher taught us the simplest knowledge, I was full of curiosity about everything. I counted the countless age spots on my grandma's thick wrinkled hands, and then ran away with a smile. Grandma always bounced her trembling little feet, no matter it was windy or raining, she pulled me into the palace of knowledge and let me bathe in the warm sunshine. When I was a child, I didn’t know the reason, but I would always do it for no reason. I had a stomachache, accompanied by fever and vomiting. At that time, my father and mother were working out of town, and only my grandmother was around. My grandmother pushed me around the city in a small stroller she made for me. Looking at my sallow little face in all the hospitals, my grandma’s eyes were full of tears, but in the end she didn’t let the tears fall. She still smiled and told me to be strong. I couldn’t eat anything in the hospital bed. I eat a little liquid food, and in order to supplement my vitamins and prevent me from being so weak, my grandma always uses a knife to peel off a round piece of skin from the apple, and then uses a spoon to slowly dig it out little by little, and feeds the apple puree in the spoon to My mouth, I have grown up day by day under the careful care of my grandma, and my grandma is also old, and her teeth are not very good, so now it is me who feeds grandma apples, and her wrinkled face is happy Laughing. My grandma didn’t have much education, but she taught me from a young age that no matter what I do, I must have perseverance and persevere to the end, which is victory. Now that I am in junior high school, I still keep my grandma’s teachings in mind and become a good person for society and the country. Useful people.

People say that family affection is a kind of depth, a kind of unconditional and unrequited sunshine, and a vast embankment of understanding that can be safely inhabited at any time. My grandma dedicated all of this to me. Grandma who has worked hard and hard all her life for me, I love you! 6. Write a composition of about 600 words for the first grade of junior high school

On the first day of this semester, the teacher asked I sat at the same table as her, her name was Li Yan. At first I didn't care, how could a yellow-haired girl compare to me, a majestic man?

Since junior high school is no longer an elementary school, the requirements for junior high school essays are also relatively high. In the essay about people, it is even more required to be specific, vivid and rich. She is the deskmate who wrote the 600-word essay about people in junior high school. A very successful essay about people.

One morning, she was reading with an old book. After class, I looked at my old book and found that the cover had been torn, the upper corners of the pages were turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged new books with her, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I saw her copying some strange things on the table. Didn’t she have any homework in the morning? She did nothing but the devil. Me, yeah! She copied two missing texts. She read the book and copied it on a white paper the size of a book page. The sound of writing came to my ears, and I wrote neat and beautiful words line by line. When she was tired, she shook her arms and lifted her hands again. I was a bit dissatisfied and decided to take it for photocopying, but she politely declined. After copying it, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and then sewed it up stitch by stitch.

"Jingle bell..." It was time for class, and she picked up the old book and listened to the class. For a moment, my throat was blocked by the strong emotions aroused. I was moved by the love of my classmates and burst into tears of happiness and pride.

One day, when school was over in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book while playing on the playground. I am as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. I have Chinese language classes for one-third of the semester and I have lost my Chinese books. What can I do?

In morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. I was sitting at the same table, extended a hand of friendship, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?" Tell me? Tough man, shame on you! Don't tell me? Feeling depressed again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "No, the Chinese book is lost!" "No?" The other party looked surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. The medicine sold in the ghost gourd. She hesitated for a while and then handed the book to me: "Here's the book for you. Don't be careless in the future." Give it to me? I simply have no ears. The yellow-haired girl I always looked down on could actually say this. "What..., give it to me, what can you... do?" It took me a long time to squeeze out the words. "It doesn't matter, I have a way." "What to do?" "Then let's watch together." "The two of us started reading in the morning.

After the last class, I quietly stuffed the book into her schoolbag. However, after returning home, my schoolbag and the Chinese books were lying neatly. In the schoolbag, my eyes are moist.

When we are students, it is easy for us to ignore our deskmates, but when we grow up, we realize how cute our deskmates are. This article from junior high school. A 600-word essay on people - She wrote about a very kind deskmate and also described the friendship between classmates. 7. A 600-word narrative essay on people in the first year of junior high school

Maybe it is an exception. I don’t want to grow up. It would be great to live in the love of my parents and the love of my teachers, always being carefree and happy! But gradually, I discovered that growing up is an inevitable process and cannot be controlled by you.

Perhaps due to the influence of my father who loves chess, when I was a child, I was always distracted by the fighting between the square inches. My father was very good at chess, but he never let me go, so I played again and again. I failed, and every time my mother hugged me, my eyes red from crying, and said to my father: "Let her go, the child is still young. "My father would put his big hands on my shoulders and say to me: "Son, everything will only be meaningful after hard work. Before you succeed, you must accept failure! "When I was young, I still couldn't fully understand my father's sincere words, but I could feel my father's heavy hand on my shoulder. - Oh, growing up taught me to accept failure.

Mother always likes to watch He looked at me, then sighed and said, "When will you grow up? "When I walked into the house with my regiment emblem on and my chest high, my mother still said to me: "I'm still a child. "It wasn't until something like this happened that my mother smiled at me. The school was far away from home, so I had to learn to ride a bicycle. I said to my mother: "If people like me can learn to ride a bicycle, the earth Just turn it upside down! "Finally, during my "Lullaby", a silver-haired old lady was knocked down by me. After I sent the old lady home full of guilt, I realized that she was a lonely old man. I said: "From now on I will Will come to see you often. "I did do this until now. My mother looked at me with joy. - Oh, growth, taught me to understand responsibility.

After finally learning to ride a bicycle (the earth is of course not upside down), the warmth of spring When the flowers were blooming, I went for an outing by bike. As I was speeding up enthusiastically, a sharp tire blast dampened my interest when I discovered that the ground was covered with shards of glass, and there was a car repair shop not far away. Finally, an unknown fire couldn't help but arise: "Repair the car!" "I ran into the car shop angrily, and there was a frail young man sitting in the "grease". After repairing the car, I realized that he was a disabled person. He pushed away my hand that handed me the money, but said: "Be careful. A few bottles fell off the car just now, and there might be glass shards along the way! "——Oh, growing up has taught me to trust others.

Last summer, I was lucky enough to go to Qinhuangdao. On the soft beach, I rolled up my pants and walked barefoot for a long time. 8. The first day of junior high school 600-word essay about people

I have a cute and beautiful little neighbor, her name is Qingqing.

Qingqing is so beautiful! She has straight, black hair draped over her shoulders; a pair of watery eyes with bright, long eyelashes that flutter

; her round face is rosy, and when she When she smiles, two deep dimples will appear on both sides of her face; Qingqing's skin is as white as snow, (hee

hee, that's an exaggeration!) Her legs are straight and very beautiful. Got it! Her beauty even made me jealous!

Qingqing is a very inquisitive child! One afternoon, I was doing my homework seriously in the study room. Qingqing suddenly ran to me and asked with a smile: "Sister, why does the fan rotate? Why does the earth rotate? Why does the world rotate? Is there anyone?..." Oh, they all ask questions that I don't know. It's really annoying! So I yelled at her very angrily: "Are you annoyed? It's so annoying!" Qingqing was shocked by my "roaring" skill, but she still He said with a smile: "Oh, sister, why don't you answer if you don't answer? Why are you so angry?" I thought to myself; this "little witch" is really annoying! He still smiled when I scolded him, he was really thick-skinned! No wonder she is called "Little Witch" by everyone! snort!

Another time, Qingqing’s mother wanted to go out to do something, but she couldn’t take Qingqing with her. There is no other way, Qingqing can only stay at my house. Oh, my god! The "little

witch" is coming! I quickly ran into the room and lay on the bed pretending to sleep. At this time, the "little witch" jumped in and shouted: "Sister

Sister!" I heard it at the time, but I just ignored her on purpose. After a while, I fell into a sweet dream. After a while, I felt that my face was itchy and uncomfortable! I opened my eyes, oh my God! My face looks like a monkey. But Qingqing was smiling at the side, hum, so angry

People! When I saw Qingqing's face, haha, she also had makeup on her face. Qingqing said with a smile: "Sister, your rouge is so fun. It's so beautiful when you apply it on your face." , Qingqing took my hand hard, pulled me in front of my mother, then pointed at my face and said to my mother: "Auntie, look at how I dressed my sister up beautifully, right?" "Well, it is indeed beautiful!" Mom said.

This is my cute little neighbor-Qingqing.

Very cute, right?