Give your world a sunny junior high school composition

When in adversity, don't be confused, don't hesitate, don't back down. All you have to do is calm down and say to yourself, "I can do it, I will do it!" " "Don't leave clouds, give your world a clear sky ... Let's share a few junior high school compositions that give your world a clear sky, hoping to help you.

Give your world a piece of sunshine 1

In the night sky in early spring, the stars are like broken jade, and a hazy cloud curtain, accompanied by the cold wind in winter, gradually disappeared into the starry sky, drowning my thoughts.

Originally, it was a memorable day. On this day, the long-established student union began trial operation. My duty as the Minister of Propaganda Department is to feed back the inspection report of that day. This seems to be a very "fashionable" job, but it has brought me temporary distress. After the evening self-study, I couldn't wait to take out a stack of feedback sheets from the office. I froze and didn't look at them. These feedback sheets are full of all kinds of details and have no format at all. It gives me a headache when I look at them, and I feel dizzy as if I were in a noisy kindergarten, being yelled at by a group of unruly children. I frowned, combed my thoughts in a hurry, circled the feedback list, and drew up a simple broadcast draft, which was reasonable, but I was always worried that insufficient preparation caused by hasty preparation time would affect the broadcast quality.

Even if the gun is not polished, I still have to face it. Five minutes before the start of school, with the encouragement of the class teacher and the class teacher, I gritted my teeth and stood on the radio station. After simply debugging the machine, I held back my inner excitement and joy mixed with a little anxiety. How will my performance be? Would it be embarrassing? At this time, wisps of clouds and smoke wrapped around the sky, and the night seemed to be divided into pieces. The whole building is very quiet in it, as if even the ticking and trembling clock is resting, only hearing its own slight breathing and short ups and downs. The class was about to end, and I cracked my throat hard to pry open my mouth and vaguely spit out an opening remark, but the students' reaction was beyond my expectation, and the whole class burst into applause that was more shocking than Spring Thunder. My hanging heart relaxed a little, and I got up the courage to raise the volume a little and continue to broadcast. This is a rather unexpected thing. When informed criticism named which class he was going to, he sighed and complained, and every sarcastic sentence couldn't wait to get into my ears, as if it would affect my state. My heart was suddenly wrapped in pork jiaozi. Thin clouds gathered more and more, condensed into a scarf, blurred the stars and the moon, and finally, my self-confidence that I had been struggling to support collapsed. In a message with wrong feedback, I was eager to correct it, but I blurted out my mantra. Although it was only a short moment, I was like throwing a blockbuster, which made all my classmates feel an uproar and almost humiliated me. I'm so bored. The more I read, the more I can't breathe like a slow motion in a movie. The more I read, the more subtle I am like the hum of a machine. As soon as I was in a bad mood, I quickly cut off the power supply of the radio station to comfort me and point out the shortcomings. Although I managed to finish the broadcasting work with a pair of tears in my eyes, it has been buried in my heart and warned me never to fight unprepared. At this time, the clouds became thicker and thicker, covering the whole night sky. The cold wind swept away the dead leaves and blew them into the cold corridor. Every time I recall this, I can't help shivering, hoping I can find a crack in the ground.

With this lesson, I will seriously think about every important thing every time, make careful preparations and strive for perfection, not only for my own face, but also for better assuming this responsibility. The second broadcast was successfully completed, and the subsequent broadcast work was constantly improved. When I came out of the radio station again, the cloud curtain had disappeared and the stars had disappeared, only a full moon was sprinkled on the earth.

Reminiscent of Galileo's words: "Life is like an anvil. The more you fight, the more sparks you can get. " Looking up at the sky, my world is clear.

Give your world a piece of sunshine.

Perhaps, I am a spoiled child by my mother, willful. I hope to draw on my beloved white paper and draw an eye that will never cry. -Inscription

Leaves are falling outside the window, withered flowers are scattered on the sad road, and the yellow halo hits the rippling water, leaving a face of tears. The leaves on my head are still dying, but I unconsciously think of the roar mixed with disappointment and anger: "You should admit that you have done something wrong, and don't treat our expectations of you as indifference!" Yes, in that disappointment, I saw a mother's sad eyes, and I heard a mother's hysterical roar. I can't continue to be willful in those reproachful eyes, leaving like an embarrassed loser in a hurry.

In the midsummer of that year, because of my willfulness, the whole family fell into gray. In adolescence, I was willful and ignorant, and my affectionate eyes were gradually replaced by disappointment and sadness. In the breeze, she is no longer in her prime, and the traces of time remain cruelly beside her. I walked in front, watching the shadow behind me, and walked slowly on the muddy path. She thought she would be silent all the time, whispering behind my back: "... just ... I was so angry and said something ugly just now, that's for you to study hard." I tremble in front of me, but tears can't stop falling. I didn't look back because I was afraid to see the love and helplessness in her eyes.

That midsummer, I seemed to see that gentle smile like sunshine again, like a fiery light, which ignited the gloomy warmth in my heart.

Perhaps, I am a spoiled child by my mother, willful. I hope to see the dawn ahead and the warmth in the depths of my eyes in those misty tears. Looking for the fragrance that has not dissipated in the distance among the blooming flowers, looking back at the light on the road of youth, looking back at the back of not fade away, giving a mother pride and mourning, giving herself a reason for not being willful … expecting sunshine, hope and happiness in her own world.

I am a child, a child spoiled by my imaginary mother. I want to draw the morning, dew and smile that I can see.

-Postscript

Give your world a piece of sunshine junior high school composition 3

A gust of wind swept over my cheek and messed up my short hair. The tears on my face reflect the light in the sun through the cracks in the clouds. Everything around is sunny.

The students came to the classroom early, some were reading books, some were joking ... The breeze blew, and the classroom was quiet and full of youthful vitality. With the crisp sound of high heels, the students packed up their books and began to study hard. The teacher smiled with satisfaction.

Today is Monday, which students like, because the first class is physical education class. The students happily put on their sneakers and rushed out of the classroom to the playground. The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and our laughter blend into a gorgeous movement.

I went back to the classroom early because I didn't feel well. In the classroom, the soldiers stood in front of a broken glass and were at a loss. When they looked up and saw me, they left in a hurry. I went to see what had happened. When I looked down to pick up the broken glass, a stern look came at me. I was about to explain when I heard the sound of slamming the door. A bird gave a cry, and my hand trembled, and blood flowed down from it and landed on the broken glass.

The birds kept singing impatiently, and their hearts were full of grievances. Walking at will, the sunshine is very strong, which makes people anxious. Strolling to the lake, I stopped, and suddenly someone patted me on the back: "I was wrong about you, don't mind." I looked at the lake, looked at the rippling lake, and my heart calmed down a lot. Suddenly, the breeze blew on my face, bringing a little coolness to the heat and a clear sky to my heart.

Along the way, it will inevitably bring the dust of the years, and life will always leave us with many feelings. What happened and people passing by left us a lot of memories, which will be very touching. If you can, smile, because smiling will make your world sunny and your heart fragrant.

Give your world a piece of sunshine.

In the early morning, a person sat on the balcony, silently looking at the distant mountains and the slowly emerging sunrise, and looking at the golden clouds on the horizon, his heart also reflected a little bright color.

Looking back, I saw that the outline of the room had gradually become clear. In addition to countless textbooks and homework, it is the pressure and burden like dust in the corner. My heart has just been stung by this, and it is gloomy. At this time, the dazzling light of that day called me out of this small room, out of this predicament, to find my own clear sky.

Clean up my mood, put my ideals and happiness into my backpack, open the passage of time, find the source of this long river of life, and find the innocence I have long lost.

What's that noise? Full of energy and happiness. It turned out that it was the reading sound of "Who knows every meal is hard" coming from the classroom, the cheerful laughter of several friends during recess, and the humble words of "thank you" and "it doesn't matter" coming from the roadside. Now, teachers' accusations, parents' criticisms and unnecessary quarrels between classmates are all lingering in my ears. What's going on here? I lost something and searched hard, and finally found that what I lost was a innocence and a touch. I am willing to make every effort to find the innocence of that year and give my world a bright future.

What article is that? Fonts vary in size and are crooked. It turned out that I kept a diary when I was young. It was the first time that I learned to record my feelings in words. I have the joy of cooking for my mother for the first time, the joy of going out to play for the first time, the depression after the first exam, and the sadness of the death of my first pet. Now, I can only indulge in the sea of questions every day, can only write articles without personality and emotion, and can only pay attention to scores and rankings. What's going on here? I lost what I searched hard for, and finally found that I lost a simplicity and a sincerity. How I wish I could find the innocence of that year and give my world a sunny day!

What's that photo? Naive, simple. It's laughter with my deskmate. Boys and girls are playing carefree on the playground. At that time, the class collective labor boys helped the girls carry water. Now, there is a clear line between men and women. Once you get close, it will cause gossip, parents' nagging and teachers' suspicion. What's going on here? What have we lost? What we have lost is pure friendship and trust. We sincerely hope to find that innocence and make our world full of sunshine!

Life is a wide river, one shore is gentle and the other is mature; The left bank is a fairy tale, and the right bank is a reality. Step through the torrent of life, find the fairy-tale innocence and give your world a sunny day.

Give your world a piece of sunshine.

One sunny day, I took a walk with great interest.

Suddenly, a shout came from the other end of the bridge: "Get out of the way, get out of the way." In a blink of an eye, shouts came from behind me. I saw a middle school student riding a bicycle and rushing down from the Gao Qiao. I muttered to myself: on such a steep slope, it is a bluff not to get off the bus or brake. Hey! He is still shouting in this public place-the busy highway. What a nuisance. The mood suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy and became gloomy.

"ah!" The middle school student exclaimed that he almost ran into the little classmate in front. The little classmate shouted angrily, "Why, what do you want to do by riding a bike on the road?" Hearing this, the middle school students suddenly turned around and glared at their classmates. Seeing that the situation was not good, the little students took the best policy and turned and fled. The middle school student began to chase him. Unexpectedly, he tripped over his bike and saw him sitting on the ground, his face twisted in pain. I thought to myself: what goes around comes around, and what you deserve! But the little classmates don't think so. He hurried back to help the middle school student. The middle school students blushed. The little classmate sincerely said to the middle school students, "Big Brother, are you all right?"? You should pay attention to safety. As you just did, unexpected accidents are likely to happen, which will affect people's normal life. Brother, the teacher said that we should enhance safety awareness and consciously safeguard public safety. "

The middle school student picked up his bike and limped forward. As he walked, he turned to his classmates and said, "Thank you, thank you for your criticism."

At that moment, I felt the truth ... and my mood cleared up.