Chuyi time composition

In our study, work or life, everyone is familiar with writing. We can gather our scattered thoughts together through writing. How to write a good composition? The following are 8 compositions I have carefully compiled for the first day of junior high school, for reference only, hoping to help you. The first day of writing 1

The cold wind danced with the snow, and the snow mercilessly scattered the loneliness all over the sky. I sat alone on the park bench and recalled the warm time I had spent with you.

that winter, I met you in the park. At that time, I was sad because I failed the exam and had a big fight with my parents. Your congenital disability but optimistic and cheerful personality deeply touched me. You told me that nothing is hard for people to learn to face. After that, we became good friends who talked about everything.

You said that your home is far away, where there are mountains and water, and the seasons are like spring, which is very beautiful. You will go back in a month. When you say this, we are all silent. Once in an exam, I was among the best with excellent results. I am happy to run to your house and share my joy with you. You are very happy, I took you to the park, and we sat on the bench together, watching the afterglow of the sunset, which dyed half the sky red bit by bit. We talked about our respective ideals, life and expectations for the future ... When we parted that day, you gave me a letter and said, "This letter can't be opened until tomorrow." I believe it. The next day, when I opened the letter, it said, "One month is fleeting. I went home. Thank you for spending the winter with me and giving me a warm memory.". I couldn't read any more, left the letter behind and ran to her house like crazy, but Keren was gone, and I didn't even have a chance to see her again. I leaned against the wall and squatted down a little bit, tears blurred my eyes. I cried. I wish she could show up at this moment and say "don't cry."

but there is nothing, and I am the only one left. The wind is still blowing, everything is so similar, but now I am the only one, recalling the warm past. Let the snowflake take my thoughts and tell you that I miss you. This is a thank-you letter to time. I want to thank time for giving me precious youth, and at the same time, it also gives me some memories that I will never forget.

Maybe you don't remember the time. You once brought me a lot of joy, and of course, you also brought me sadness.

You bring me so much joy every day that I can't remember it. However, I remember the sadness you bring me clearly. However, I'm not blaming you, because the sadness you bring me is of great use to my growth.

I still remember that I was stabbed in the heart on August 6th last year, and I haven't recovered yet, so that when I think about it, my heart still aches. The day before that happened, my family went from Shenyang to Xifeng, Tieling, to visit my grandma who was seriously ill. Grandma cried when she saw me. I panicked at that time. I didn't know what to do. At that time, I was so stupid to think about it now. Wouldn't I even wipe my grandma's tears? Then, after a brief chat, I sat watching TV. My parents talked with my grandmother for an afternoon, and then I was sent to the third mistress's house. The next day, that is, on August 6th, my parents went to see my grandmother. They didn't take me. I thought at that time, if you don't take me, you can play games. However, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the last thing I wanted to hear happened. Yes, my grandmother died. Do you know what I thought on the way to the hospital? I don't want to believe this fact. I've been asking Third Mistress if this news is a lie to me. But Sanmai replied to me in a very harsh tone, and I realized that all this was true. And my grandmother will never come back. You can never imagine how sad I was crying at that time. I was always blaming myself. Why couldn't I talk to my grandmother more at that time? Later, my mother comforted me and told me that my grandmother left with peace of mind and had no regrets because she had seen her family.

people are like this. They don't know how to cherish a thing when it is still there, and they won't cherish it until it can't be found again. It is precisely because time has taught me this truth that I don't hate time. Junior one time composition 3

I have traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, and I have enjoyed the cold mountains and thin waters, the waterfalls and flowing springs, the Cangshan mirror lake and the dense forests and deep streams. The lure of Qinghai Lake, which I have always wanted to go to, has changed from a pale blue picture in my childhood to a paragraph in my book.

At the end of summer, we went to Qinghai Lake and had a dream for several years.

The Ta 'er Temple, which you must pass through, is lined up on the mountain in rows, like white soldiers in a welcome procession. The Buddhist temple, which is different from Buddhism in the Central Plains, is composed of lamas who study scriptures and do not care about the world, and Tibetan Buddha statues dressed in silk decorated with red corals and agates.

then, continue to travel to Qinghai lake.

Over the Sun Moon Mountain, it is not far from Qinghai Lake. I followed the straight road leading to the sky, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the Gobi in the vicinity and the sky overhead. As soon as I got off the bus, I was greeted by thousands of acres of rape blossoms, and golden bright yellow was scattered in the blue world. Wild flowers in alpine pastures are colorful, such as silk; Countless cattle and sheep are plump and strong, dotted with them.

overlooking, I suddenly bumped into a mass of blue-Qinghai Lake. The mirror-like lake reflects a deep soul. How blue those are! Dark blue, light blue, dark blue, lake blue, light blue, golden blue ... blue is like rendering in water with pigments, without any noise and flaws. Blue is really the greatest gift of nature! I have seen the blue of the Danube in Vienna, which seems too clear; I've seen the blue of the Turkish mosque. It seems too light. How can I compare it with you? Compared with your intoxicating blue? The waves are rippling. Qinghai Lake is full of vitality under the sunlight. A gust of wind blew, and the grass and the rape flower sea rustled in the distance. The sky here was reflected in the lake, and the white clouds were also reflected in the lake, just like white epiphyllum blooming in the water. Immersed in the cool autumn wind. In Qinghai Lake, the wind that bid farewell to summer is blue, the water that welcomes autumn is blue, and the sunshine is blue.

the next day, we also watched the sunrise.

This trip to Qinghai has given me infinite good memories. Every time I think about it, I will have a new feeling. Memories are warm dialogues written on yellowed pages. The castle with a shimmering light in childhood is full of all the beautiful memories. Lost in the distant eyes of growth, happiness has never left.

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Young children roam in groups in the crevices of the four seasons. The flower fairy hiding in the corner dances lightly. You must know that we haven't grown up yet. Lost memories revived the dust, opened this yellowed diary and I began to smile.

The lush windy forest, the songs that landed together, suddenly fled, pulling the line of sight into a distant dream. When the sky is a little sad, the light and shadow blur the outline, and I see the birds spread their wings and cover all the firmaments. That is the color of childhood, pure white summer like cotton candy.

We are lying in the arms of the mountain, watching the clouds gather little by little, revealing a playful half face and grinning like a grimace. The wind that passed by quietly made the sunshine feel a little moved, the sky gradually darkened, half of the sun's face was submerged, and the breath at dusk quietly lost its tone.

have you heard the laughter of the morning wind? It first blew away the sleeping clouds, so the whole day began to recover, the dream flew away, and the wind blinked slyly and rushed out of this paradise with sleepy eyes.

The wild strawberry opened its mouth on the roadside, with a sweet wish, and looked up, waiting for a warm encounter. In the quiet afternoon, the fence surrounded the noisy quarrel, and the sea of flowers collided and fell a little. I still don't like taking a nap, sitting at the gate. The swing swinging on the big threshold jumps lonely, like the queen of a lonely country. Wandering clouds are the lost heartbeat of childhood, falling in the softest heart, talking like a dream, and I am resting on the arm of the swing.

Sometimes a Hua Hudie got lost. It broke into my castle, whirled around, and was dizzy before my eyes. In such a beautiful Yuan Ye, the butterfly's wings are wide open. Like a child who did something wrong, it led another strange child back to its secret garden, and the white skirt slapped my calf.

If that four-leaf clover didn't instantly appear at the end of the path, if that Hua Hudie wasn't suddenly called home, if I wasn't a timid child who began to cry and was afraid of the dusk, how would time play out?

The young people blessed by the four-leaf clover, the sweet echoes in their wishes, are so stacked. I want a fairy tale house, full of all smiles, in an eternal memory, so I won't forget it. Holding the corner of happiness, we ran on the ridge of the field, with footprints in tandem, crossing this beach castle, hearing the wind whispering in our ears, and your back turned to say that we were going to listen to that evening ballad.

The fallen leaves began to dance, and they wandered in the depths of the wheat field together, leaving a green and tender jointing stage in the whole spring, and the wind baked a full heart of wheat awns and wrote a glowing aura throughout the summer. You can smell the sunshine, shallow and faint. Deep in the wheat field, your eyes are as warm as the sun.

The evening haze is getting lower and lower, revealing half a smile. My world has opened a large number of flowers, which are so strong and full of small happiness and fall asleep.

you must have never gone far away in a corner, quietly watching and greeting my youth from afar. Waiting for a grand festival, turn around and meet.

I hold my blessing in my hand, but the memories never leave, and some warm feelings express a happy complex.

The silent thoughts with my eyes closed at dusk are long and steady.

the deep happiness in the wheat field is the cycle of seasons.

growth is an unknown mystery, waiting for the answer of time. In August, cicadas sang all over the summer. As the hottest month, it brings high temperature to every corner. As a freshman in Maple Leaf, we abandoned the numbness and laziness of air conditioning and TV, and actively participated in military training to exercise our will.

On the first day of military training, I felt uncomfortable standing in the military posture for a long time. Only then did I realize that we had been spoiled for too long and forgot the meaning of perseverance. Suffering a little bit was all a flinch, and we had no courage and perseverance to face difficulties. I gritted my teeth and decided to fight my weakness to the end. The sun rises little by little, and the dew on the grass leaves in the morning gradually evaporates, and the scorching light drives away all coolness. Sweat kept lying down from my forehead, and I was a little dizzy. At that time, I suddenly heard the instructor shout loudly: "Hold on, there is only one minute left!" " I suddenly woke up, still in the fog, and persisted to the end. When the instructor's password sounded, a joy came from my heart. I defeated myself and persisted with perseverance. Look at the classmates around us. Although they are all a little tired, they are all smiling and celebrating each other.

The short five-day military training has made me grow rapidly. I can bite my teeth and rush forward when I encounter difficulties, and I can stick to it until the end, rather than flinching or giving up easily. Military training is bitter, suffering from our sweat and tears. But military training is also sweet, sweet pride and joy after overcoming difficulties. We won't forget that in five days, we practiced just-in-time sweating, and we won't forget the figure of instructors singing loud military songs against the sunset at night; We will never forget the scorching sun when standing in the military posture, but what we remember more is the starry sky sitting on the playground and looking up every night.

Maybe military training is synonymous with hell for many people. But without hellish training, where can there be paradise-like good results? Military training has taught me too much, and also made me remember a group of lovely but stern instructors. A period of military training that belongs to sunshine, summer nights, tears and smiles will remain in my heart forever. The first day time composition article 6

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, it has been three years, writing about my inadvertent growth. High school seems to be so close to me, vaguely remembering the life of those years, but it is no longer coming back.

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Through the time, through the shallow, chaotic rhythm, a few years, sighing the fleeting time when flowers bloom and fall, like to get caught in the rain, like nonsense and stupid words, we are walking in the time when gardenias are in full bloom.

Time is short, and we have all entered the flower season of fifteen years old. Here, we laugh together, cry together, be happy together, and lose together, and we will never forget the past. Class 2, Grade 42, I have always stayed in his memory, and I have been crouching in his memory. In his thick commemorative book, there are my colorful strokes, my brief cantata scene and my wonderful and brilliant page. All this is written in everyone's heart, without too many words or actions, as we all know. We all have the same dream, we all have the same strength, we all have the same hope, we all have the same tomorrow, and we all pursue the eternity between us. Sigh gently, our persistence; Think quietly, our happiness; Say slowly, we will be better tomorrow. Youth is floating in the wind, and we know that our future is in our own hands. Even if we are not so dazzling and successful, we have worked together, worked hard and fought together. This is unparalleled beauty and unparalleled harvest. We will miss it, we will work hard, and I think we will continue to write our own glory. This is a collective victory and a team victory. Once together, we were held together, and we all had our own wonderful things. This is the light of achievement, and this is the dawn of the group.

there is a long way to go, and the heart is sincere and determined, and the snow is loose, and it will not fall into the clouds. We remember the time of Class Two, Grade Forty-two; We will continue to carry forward the spirit of Class 2, Class 42; On the road of Class Two, Class Forty-two, we will go on firmly. The road ahead may be long and far, but we know that we will encourage each other, we will cheer each other, and even if it is uneven, we will tread it down. There is still waiting for us ahead. Class Two, Grade Forty-two is not only a group, but also our spiritual pillar. Please remember him gently in everyone's heart. In everyone's actions, we should embark on a firm and successful road that belongs to Class Two, Grade Forty-two.

May time be short, may you be safe, may you be safe ... far away, close to your heart. Composition 7

There is a man named Tom in Paris, France. Jack's boy, he is a good student in the eyes of teachers, a good partner in the eyes of classmates and a good boy in the eyes of parents, but he doesn't think so. He feels so hypocritical. He strives to be a good student in the eyes of teachers and a good partner in the eyes of classmates, even his parents, and he dare not show his true colors. He wants to be a bad student like Amy, skip classes, fight and buy things that don't belong to him with a lot of money.

On this day, Tom's stomach suddenly ached. He told the teacher that he wanted to take a day off, and the child, who was loved by the teacher, gave it a rest.