Looking back at the composition of the first day of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my carefully compiled composition of looking back at the first day of junior high school. I welcome you to learn from it and hope it will help you. Looking back at the first grade composition 1

Looking back at September, it sounds like a normal month, but there is an unforgettable holiday, that is, Teacher's Day on September 1th.

As the saying goes, one day as a teacher, life as a father. From the first grade of primary school to the second grade of junior high school, every teacher of mine treated me like a blessing. In late summer and early autumn, Teacher's Day came quietly with the sweet-scented osmanthus, which reminded me of Teacher's Day on September 1, 2.

On that day, most students in our class handed greeting cards to several teachers who taught our class, on which were written sentences full of praise and blessings, and began to write. Tick-tock always stepped with vigorous steps, never stopping. Looking at your white hair on your temples, I always felt unspeakable cherish in my heart. My dear teacher, it was the destination chosen by chalk, but it dyed your black hair white. Many students wrote about this, and I wrote a letter to my teacher. The content of the letter is < P > You are the rain and dew in spring, which nourishes our dry hearts, irrigates our hearts and gives us vitality and vigor in every spring when everything recovers.

You are a thunderstorm in summer. In every summer with thunder and lightning, you inspire us to make progress, try our best to struggle, and warn us of helplessness. In the face of all kinds of difficulties and setbacks in life, you are persistent and brave. You are a rainbow after the rain of tears, giving us blessings and hopes. You are the autumn fragrance of summer, and in every bleak autumn, you bloom a gesture of quitting smoking, letting us know the spirit, connotation and realm of the imperial maiden flower.

You are the plum blossom in the dead of winter. In every cold winter, you stand tall and teach us tenacity and perseverance with your own actions. You are also the sunshine in winter, giving us warmth and care.

Every time I leave, I can always think of you sobbing. I just vaguely remember that since you are the new substitute teacher for the first time, the school suggested to divide classes, and we are reluctant to leave you. You also hugged us and cried like a child.

Looking back at September, looking back at Teachers' Day on September 1th every year, this great and special festival, looking back at our most beloved teacher, I want to cheer for you, cheering for you, you are the most beloved person in my life.

Listen, we are shouting with our hearts, teacher, we love you. September, September every year, is also 3 days that we will never forget, because in these 3 days, there is the greatest and most exciting festival for students, that is, Teacher's Day on September 1th. Looking back at composition 2 of the first day of junior high school

Looking back, the rain soaked the alleyway of the bluestone, and the girl holding up the oiled paper umbrella accompanied the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to make her heart ache in towards the distant ...

Looking back again, the sound of "It rained" echoed, but the children were still laughing and playing in the alley, and the adults frightened the children back to their rooms, chatting about their homeliness for a long time ...

Looking back at the present, People picked up their mobile phones and talked about these gossip headlines, leaving behind a small yellow car that was damaged by someone in the rain ...

When I was a child, I remember riding on the car clumsily, with my little hands disoriented. "Take your time, don't worry," is the exhortation of your parents. "moo!" The huge bicycle collapsed, and the comfort and hug around it seemed to be the best memory.

"what are you thinking?" My mother's words brought me back to reality, and I looked up. The light on the screen of my mobile phone lit up her face. "Stop staring blankly and finish reading the materials enjoyed by the teacher ..."

Suddenly, I looked down at the English materials and read an article about "Little Yellow Car". "Little yellow cars make our life faster and more convenient ..." The material said.

looking at the enjoyment in my eyes, I suddenly feel a little disgusted.

have you really enjoyed this era?

Bicycles were randomly placed on the street, and the standard notices posted next to them were wet by the rain. People "enjoy" their mood with their heads down, holding all kinds of things, as if the rain had cut off their feelings.

In the past, it was considered to be an era of feudal seclusion. People's thoughts were old and their behaviors were old-fashioned. Now it is innovative, and people's thoughts, behaviors and information are all the latest. People euphemistically call it "* * * to enjoy changing their lives".

yes, it has changed our lives. Make our hearts more closed, only pursue material novelty and material enjoyment, and make us forget to communicate and smile. People lack real care and real enjoyment!

I don't dislike the convenience brought by "* * *". I just suddenly feel that our real * * * enjoyment should be in our hearts. I miss everything I said before. What I miss is a smile or comfort.

"Mom, can I talk to you? From before. " I turned my head away.

"what?" She was a little dumbfounded.

"Talk about what is occlusion and what is * * * enjoyment." I gave her a heartfelt smile. At that moment, the gentle water town and warm alley in misty rain reappeared in my mind. That Iraqi, those children and me when I was a child are also smiling at me. Looking back at the first composition 3

The Eastern Jin Dynasty, a jungle of history, has no uniformity of the sky and the earth, no cheerfulness overlooking everything, chaos and struggle everywhere, and always escape and die. But it was in this troubled times that the "best running script in the world"-Preface to Lanting was created.

In March in the south of the Yangtze River, it was sunny. Forty-two scholars were sitting on both sides of the winding stream in Lanting, Huiji Mountain. Their eyes were a little blurred, their faces were red and their bodies were slightly swaying. They are, uh, having a party.

Some people raised their glasses and drank wine, some chanted poems softly, and some started writing down these poems, so unhappy!

Suddenly, the noise gradually died down, and everyone looked at a man. He was not young, but a few strands of Chinese hair could be found when he looked closely. His eyes were leisurely and his mouth was smiling. He got up and went to the stone table, put down his glass, and wrote on the silkworm paper with a moustache: "Yonghe was six years old, at the age of guichou, at the beginning of late spring ..." Without thinking or hesitation, he acted smartly and in one go. When he stopped writing, an amazing masterpiece was born! This is the Preface to Lanting, and the person who wrote it is the "book sage"-Wang Xizhi.

I'm not good at appreciating art, but Preface to the Lanting Pavilion gives me a shock.

The preface to the Lanting Pavilion is brilliant in words and exquisite in words, giving people a light and ethereal, chic and natural feeling throughout. It is charming and elegant with a pen, and the lines between the lines reflect the author's free and easy extraordinary: its technique is both peaceful and strange, and its size is uneven. Although it has carefully arranged the shape of words, it has no traces of artificial carving, which is natural. In Preface to Lanting, all the words are perfect, as if one more point is too long and one less point is too short, which is unparalleled.

The Preface to the Lanting Pavilion not only makes us feel the highest level of calligraphy, but also allows us to read a masterpiece. It has a fresh and simple style, fluent language, beautiful and moving: the sentence pattern is neat and varied, mainly short sentences, mixed with even sentences in scattered sentences, harmonious rhythm and pleasant to listen to.

The Preface to the Lanting Pavilion can give us endless surprises and knowledge from the perspective of calligraphy and content, and I am even more moved by its freedom and elegance. All this makes it the pinnacle of calligraphy, which is unparalleled.

"Lanting's calligraphy is like flowing water: the door is pushed under the moon, but your heart is as delicate as your footsteps: you are in a hurry, but it is difficult for Yi Tuo, a monument to the Millennium, to extend your beauty: the original works are unique, who can you really give it to ..." Looking back at composition 4 in the first day of junior high school, "Spring scenery is three points, water is one point, dust is two points, not flowers, but tears". When spring dies, we mostly stop to mourn, lament that time is fleeting, lament that we are old and weak, and even think that we will encounter natural and man-made disasters, but forget to look for a bright future.

If you encounter setbacks, just like walking on a mountain road, you will be bound by thorns and chased by wild animals. Don't be discouraged, and don't even think about whether there will be cliffs that you can't climb after passing through thorns, and whether there will be traps and natural disasters after escaping from wild animals ... Enlarging the pain will only make you more afraid, sad, and worried, and even fall into the abyss.

When encountering setbacks, we should face them calmly, reduce unnecessary worries, reduce the pain, go into battle lightly, and welcome the dawn. Su Shi, who was uninhibited and uninhibited, was banished to Huangzhou in the year of no doubt, but instead of falling into the realm of "extreme poverty", he went boating on historical sites, forgot fame and fortune, and sent his feelings to famous mountains and rivers, making his joys and sorrows through the ages full of pride and admiration, and making a magnificent poem about Niannujiao Chibi nostalgia. Wine should not be too turbid, and people should take alcohol, and he will always remain indifferent and quiet, in order to achieve a bright future. If Dongpo's lay man suffers setbacks and enlarges his pain, the history of literature will lose a bright star.

If you magnify the pain, you will feel confused and overwhelmed about the future. If the pain is magnified, Zhaojun will commit suicide by choking on the way out of the fortress, and the poem "Mountains and valleys pay to Jingmen, and the village in which the Lady of Light was born and bred" will not be written for her; If the pain is magnified, Edison will be unable to face the world because he failed 99 times; If the pain is magnified, the world will indulge in grief, and people will sit still and wait for the end of the world. Only when there is a change of clouds and clouds is the complete sky, and only when there is the impermanence of the full moon and the lack of the moon can we watch the ritual.

In the journey of life, you will inevitably encounter setbacks. Don't indulge in pain and helplessness but forget to look for happiness and care. Falling English is colorful, flowing down the stream, passing away by water, with clear water and bright petals. Although there are falling flowers like water, it is smooth sailing, but it is resigned and the water is gone without a trace; The rock is steep, traceable, turbulent, firm and indestructible, and the water is fierce. The rock is hard. Although it has been eroded by wind and rain and suffered setbacks, it is as hard as ever. We don't want to be a rock, but we are still indestructible despite setbacks. When we cross a mountain peak, when the peak comes back, turn around and look back-"there has always been no rain or shine in the bleak place." Don't laugh when you see the new machine. Looking back at my childhood, there are many interesting things, and it is not enough to rely on a wrench to point! However, what impressed me the most in my childhood was naming the chicken.

Dad's friends gave me seven furry chicks. When I saw these chickens, my first impression was that they were fluffy, like my Mao Mao down jacket. One difference is that my down jacket has a bright color, how beautiful it is, but these seven chickens are only pale yellow, how monotonous it is! By the way, these seven chickens look almost the same. What should I call them? I got confused at once. My eyes scanned the room, ah! My discerning eyes glanced at a box of paints my mother bought me, and the colors inside were varied. If I used this box of paints to paint each chicken with different colors … Haha, I'm so smart.

As soon as I started, I took out the pigments, squeezed seven kinds of pigments, namely, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, on the pigment tray, and dipped my pen in a little water. My demon battle plan officially began!

I finally caught a chubby, chubby chicken and painted its back with red pigment. It's really a little red in yellow! Several other chickens, like receiving the urgent information from the "Little Red" chicken, immediately made a mess, like exploding the pot, and fled in all directions in panic. I'm so busy chasing after each other!

I'm tired of running, and I think it's meaningless to chase after me. I'll stop painting! Hum! What do I call them! They don't want to, and I don't want to! Whatever! Stop playing hide-and-seek What a nuisance! I crossed my waist angrily, pouted, and deliberately trampled the ground heavily, as if to show it to the chickens, and deliberately showed it to those chickens who didn't give me enough face and face, who was afraid of who!

however, it didn't take long for the interest to rise again, and the task was not completed, and the second attack began! .....

Looking back on childhood, looking back on childhood, childhood life is so colorful, childhood life is happy. Of course, it is also unforgettable! Childhood life has brought me infinite fun! Looking back at composition 6

When you stopped to have a rest, time didn't stop for it. In this tense learning environment, few people notice that time has been skipping for a year.

I often hear adults say, "The second day of junior high school is the key and the watershed of junior high school!" Facing this upcoming watershed, I can't help thinking about my first life.

Life in junior high school is sour, sweet, bitter and salty.

The days when I first entered middle school were salty-a group of strangers were assigned together to participate in extremely tiring military training, and it was inevitable that I felt uncomfortable and missed primary school.

It's much better after leaving the military training ground and getting familiar with classmates and teachers.

and the life that makes me feel sweet is in the political class. In our class, every teacher has their own characteristics. Everyone's favorite teacher is our happy political teacher, Mr. Wu. Don't think that you will get dizzy in politics class, which makes you feel dizzy because the teacher is not good enough. Mr. Wu has a unique way of talking about politics. He will use very excited emotions and funny actions to make his classes interesting and make you never tire of listening to his classes.

I feel sour when I am in English class. Our English teacher and head teacher, the cool teacher Liu, if you dare to wander off and talk a little in her class, you will face a pair of extremely lethal eyes, even though you are separated by a pair of glasses, those cold eyes will make you shudder, and finally you can only listen to the class obediently.

and bitter? Needless to say, you can guess-the end of the term! The final term is the most bitter period of a semester. In order to get a good grade in the exam, everyone carefully reviewed and all the time for playing was removed, except for exams.

the first day of junior high school is a thing of the past. We should look back on the past, but we should look forward to the future. Let me be full of confidence to meet the more nervous second day! Looking back at composition 7

of the first day of junior high school, I pushed open the skylight and let the silvery moonlight pour on the milky white sheets. In the cold and lonely snuggling, lonely waiting for dawn. The tiredness over and over again has lost the charm that was full of infinite temptation. Looking at the distant cold wind, the sparse stars and the red moon, it has deeply raised the past about two girls in the already worn-out dust.

The once silent love was a coquettish "Yu Meiren" heartless toxin that quietly penetrated every inch of the white scar, helplessly licking the blood of different shades under the red night sky, leaving the emotional pigment gradually lost, leaving black and white. The messy petals scatter with the wind in the dust, wither and dance, and melt into a handful of regretless red soil in the dust.

With the passage of time, good memories have become eclipsed.

I thought it was over.