Zhou Ji's junior high school composition is 300 words.

Whether in school or in society, people will inevitably come into contact with or use compositions. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are 10 300-word essays I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Before going to bed last night, I was going to boil water and watch a movie. I pricked up my ears and listened to the kitchen for a minute, two minutes, three minutes-twenty minutes, half an hour, but it still didn't turn on. It seems to be broken. Think about how I usually treat this induction cooker. There are often some water stains on the induction cooker. I wiped it with a rag, and sometimes I can't even see it. Day after day passed, and the induction cooker was finally overwhelmed and unbearable. Now it's xx for me.

I have no choice but to repair it. I bought it in Wanjiafu, and the invoice has long been forgotten. I don't know if there is any redemption. Alas, my indifferent attitude makes me suffer again and again, and because my husband quarrels with me more than once, I must change. I absolutely hope my children don't have everything in order like me. I should be such a person first.

I must be such a person, trying to keep everything in order, making me suffer losses and frustrated everywhere, making me unable to calm down in my life, making me have a lot of troubles, making my family disharmony and getting more accusations, so I must pay attention to being serious whether I use things or anything.

I don't know if you understand me-the heart song of rain.

Listening to the rain, the rain tells me that I fell from the sky, with my cheerful footsteps, flowers and plants rippling with intoxicating smiles; The natural fresh air and I gently pressed our delicate breasts close to the ground and melted them in the soil. ...

Listening to the rain, the rain told me that I am with you. When you laugh, it is my music. I am here. I am a guest in April, bringing the moisture of spring, the messenger of spring and the baptism of spring. I'm here to get close to you. Raise your face and let me kiss you. Follow me and step on the beat of my steps. ...

Listen, my voice is accompanied by nature. When I slipped, the field sucked my voice, the cattle and sheep in the pasture played with me, the fish in the fish pond jumped out of the water and plopped harmoniously, and finally the stream sang with me.

I'm coming. I walk very lightly, but my voice you hear is the sound that I beat the world with my life. I am dripping water between corrugated eaves, flowers and trees, and rivers and lakes. Different percussion sounds are mixed together to form the most beautiful movement. This piece of music is strange to you, because you may not have developed a pair of ears that are good at listening to nature and are not used to feeling the melody of nature with your heart. So please calm down, close your eyes and listen to my slender footsteps in the morning light of spring, in the cool afternoon of spring, in the dense bamboo forest and in the long lonely alley.

The composition of Zhou Ji in junior middle school is 300 words. When I was a child, my mother sent me to an art class to learn painting. I like painting very much, and I am very happy every time.

Once, my mother came to pick me up for an art class. When she saw my face was colorful, like Xiaohua Mall, my mother smiled brightly. What I like best is drawing small animals. Although I don't study painting in art class now, I can paint at home as soon as I have time. I once won an award for a painting that showed a puppy sitting happily on the moon and many squirrels playing on the green grass. I still have this painting, which is my pride.

I am not always patient. I remember one time, I was drawing a bird, and before I finished drawing it, my mother asked me to eat. I can't concentrate on painting because my stomach is disappointing. I can only put down my pen at once and run to the table quickly, eating hot delicious food. After dinner, I am lazy and don't want to draw. I left a half-painted bird on the paper, and I still have this picture, which has always inspired me.

Painting birds has taught me a truth, that is, there is a beginning and an end, and nothing can be achieved without a beginning and an end.

A long summer vacation passed like this and ushered in a brand-new beginning. I felt very strange when I entered the campus. There are strangers everywhere. I entered my own teacher and began to complain. Why are students from other schools in my class? Will I be lonely these three years? These questions have been hovering in my mind, lingering.

Today is the first day of school. We watched the first lesson at school. My wish is to be a translator and learn English well. After a while, I saw many books moved by my classmates and teachers. My god, this is something that anyone can do! There's too much pressure.

The second day of school, I was bored to death. The alarm clock kept ringing in the early morning. I really miss summer vacation. I can sleep as long as I want. Unlike going to the classroom before 7 o'clock now, the hard day's study has finally passed!

I am very excited to welcome the last day of the week. I feel that my home is in front of me, out of reach, and I don't want to leave home. Great! I hope the weekend will be longer!

A week's life passed quickly. This week has been tense, exciting and exciting. We should be busy reviewing in Xuexian, because we have to face the mid-term exam, and it is precisely because of this news that the teachers of seven courses besieged us together. Stop for a moment, write this and that, write that and write this, and that's all the homework. Hey! Who let us be students? It is a bounden duty to obey the teacher's orders.

So the teacher's saliva filled the whole day, and it was okay some time ago, especially in the last few days. On the first day, I took Chinese and history exams and taught the history of China all day. After the last review, we all listened carefully, but some friends still didn't listen, so I guess we didn't do well in the exam this time. This order has been in progress.

That's the mid-term exam. I just finished two exams. Back in the classroom, I heard that someone was caught cheating and refused to say that he would get zero points. I really sympathize with them. It didn't sound good at first, but now it's cheating. What bad luck I thought that no one would cheat after taking this lesson, but it turned out to be.

In this way, the tense atmosphere lasted for several days, and finally the exam was finished, but there was still homework. ...

Fate arranged for me, green beans, combs and idlers to come to Shanghai as colleagues and become close roommates. Fate has also arranged for some people to sweat their feet. Therefore, I often complain to XX whether he should change his socks. XX angrily yelled at me: "I have no socks to change! I have no money to buy socks! " But fate did not arrange for me to buy him socks.

This is just one of the trivial contradictions between cohabiting men. Today, after taking a shower, the fish scales in the toilet are rippling. I suspect that he deliberately blocked the sewer so that fish, shrimps and crabs could improve their lives. Besides, hairy crabs are very popular in Shanghai. Then I am destined to use ankle-high bath water to go to the bathroom in the future. From time to time, fierce hairy crabs come and pinch my little finger.

In short, I was angry, but the idle people shouted at me confidently: "How did I know that I would be blocked? What does it have to do with me? " The innocent content on the dough is very similar to Clinton's statement that "Miss Lewinsky and I are innocent"-or Bush's statement that "Iraq has weapons of mass destruction".

Finally, I waded over to dig out the sewer with wire, and the pulled hair was enough to weave a pair of wild silkworm treasures, so Dayu was able to control the water-but it's no wonder that idle people!

This guy turned out to be a crew cut.

I felt very lonely at home this morning. The little friend went out to play and finished his homework. I have no money to make molds. I’m not doing anything right now. It's really boring

I sat in the chair and turned on the computer. The computers were not adjacent. Dad came up to me and said, "Let's have a try!" " "I suddenly got excited. Dad said, "let's find a dark plastic bag first, then a white plastic bag to put it in, and then put the same amount of water in the sun to see which bag of water heats up quickly." I said disapprovingly, "super stupid pig, I don't need to try, although it's a white bag!" "Because the white bag can receive more sunshine!" Dad said, "Then let's try!" "boring, it's no use trying!" I said strongly. We put the water in two bags, put it in a thermometer and take it to a sunny place to dry. In the afternoon, we took out the thermometer and looked at it. I guessed wrong. The water in the black bag not only heats up faster than the water in the white bag, but also has a temperature difference of 7 degrees! I feel horrible.

In my imagination, the water in the black bag should be warmer than the water in the white bag, but when I tried, the effect was just the opposite. Suddenly, I remembered a text we had learned, which was "Do and Watch".

On the night of 8, the sky was as dark as black paint, and only a few shining stars were flashing. But the training ground is full of people, and everyone is having a bonfire party.

The bonfire party began, the instructor lit the board, and a raging fire immediately broke out in the middle of the altar. The originally dark training ground suddenly brightened up. The flame roared three feet high and almost touched the plane the next second, which opened the curtain for the performance. Our class sang "Running", and the students were full of passion. The following students also sing with us. After singing, thunderous applause immediately sounded, and the voice rolled like a muffled thunder, echoing throughout the training ground for a long time.

The bonfire party finally reached the most exciting moment-the release of Kongming lanterns. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time! What we received was a sky-blue Kongming lantern. Teacher Zhang lit the lantern, and everyone secretly blessed it, hoping that it would fly to the sky with our blessing as soon as possible. But it seems to be a naughty child and refuses to take it off. We are anxious, look at it with expectant eyes, and pray again and again, fly, fly. It was a long time before it staggered into the sky like a drunk. After a while, all the lanterns flew into the sky as if they had been manipulated. They all form a straight line, which is particularly bright and beautiful against the night sky.

Our hearts also follow the beautiful lanterns of Kongming, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther. ...

There is love everywhere in life, and there is a kind of love that is bigger than the sky and deeper than the sea, and it is so real and pure. That is the love of parents for their children.

People often say: "Father loves mountains". I have a father who loves me very much.

My father is very strict with me in my studies. Whenever he checks my homework and finds that I have written a wrong question, he immediately asks me to correct it and make three other questions for me to remember. If the handwriting is not good-looking, I will be asked to write it dozens of times at the back of my notebook. Sometimes, I really don't want to accept this kind of "love" However, my father is more amiable to me. For example, at dinner yesterday, my father asked me what I wanted to eat tomorrow. I said, "Dad, every time I see an omelet on a roadside stall, my mouth is watering. But every time you say it's unsanitary. Buy me one tomorrow. " "no!" Dad said solemnly, "If you really want to eat, I'll cook it for you myself." I looked at my father in surprise and thought, can you make an omelet?

I didn't care at all. But the next morning, I saw my father go to buy cucumber, lettuce, tomato sauce and ham sausage in the morning ... why are they all ingredients for making egg rolls? Seeing this scene, I was immediately moved by my father's selfless love. Dad is really a man of his word.

The omelet is ready, because it is the first time to make it. Although not so delicious, it contains my father's deep love for me. ...

Junior high school weekly composition 10 Today, the weather is fine and it didn't rain. I propose: "Let's go to Dongtai Mountain!" Dad agreed. In the afternoon, we went to Dongtai to climb the mountain. We are near the foot of the mountain, looking up, ah! What a beautiful scenery! For example, the green peaks become colorful, and the autumn rain is like a magical dye, which dyes the leaves on the mountains in various colors, such as dark green, red, brown and so on. The mountains in autumn are decorated with colorful leaves and become more beautiful.

We began to climb along the cement road. Sure enough, in the place surrounded by pine trees, the road was covered with brown pine needles, as if stepping on a brown carpet, and we could hear the slight "squeak" of pine needles when stepping on it. When we came to the Monument to Heroes, we saw that the Monument was particularly solemn among the green pine trees, which made people involuntarily respect their heroic predecessors.

Breathing the fresh air full of oxygen, we unconsciously came to the top of the mountain and looked at the beautiful mountain scenery under our feet. I couldn't help shouting, "Ah! -"I feel very comfortable in the echo of the mountain!