My composition on life in the second year of junior high school

In daily life or work and study, we often see the figure of composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is my carefully arranged composition on senior two's life, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

My life composition in the second day of junior high school 1 Time flies, and a year has passed quietly. Looking at the higher and higher textbooks on the desk, I can't help but think of the happy life of senior one: reading novels every day and not doing much homework. Even when it comes to the exam, I don't have to be so nervous. By the second day, the pressure has increased dramatically!

No, I just started school, and the pressure came unexpectedly. "Alas, there are so many English words!" The first test is coming, and I am reviewing nervously, and I see many words changed from "friend" to "stranger". I used to be less nervous and just look at the key points. Since the second day of junior high school, the atmosphere has cooled down. On the eve of the first test, it was even more "trembling, grass and trees are soldiers." So now I must study hard. The minute hand on the clock has turned and turned, and it has reached 1 1. When my mother came in to send me fruit, she gave me a "meaningful" look, which contained expectation and some heartache. My parents' eager eyes made my burden heavier.

This process failed to get good results. During the exam, I was so careless that I missed all the English listening questions, so I tried my best to fill them in. There are too many mistakes in mathematics that have not been discovered. When the results came out and the teacher looked at them, my results were like an arrow, which pierced my heart.

"How are your grades in math and English? Wait, let me calculate. Our total score is the same! See how many points you got in the Chinese exam! " After class, such voices come and go. Alas, I can't help it!

"Don't be unhappy. Let's go to the next class to play ball! " Several people who are my brothers saw that I was a "lost soul" and came to try to ease my pain. As soon as I heard the word "playing ball", I immediately swept it away: "What are you waiting for? Go and borrow the ball! " Those figures just now seem to have nothing to do with me. Just do well in the next exam. Although we all failed in the list, we are still optimistic, and so is the so-called combination of work and rest. In a few minutes, laughter has spread all over the playground.

"A spring that can bear the load is a good spring!" My original famous saying has become a motto. Yes, although the second day of junior high school is hard, it can't stop my progress. The road is long, and I will search up and down. Life is painful and happy!

My life composition 2 of the second grade is coming to an end, and I want to say a lot about the upcoming third grade. ...

My second day is rich. I changed my deskmates several times, which once brought me laughter and tears. They have greatly changed my personality, making me dare to release my feelings and gain inner sunshine.

When I was in the second grade, I learned to hide myself better. Because I know that there are some things that friends can't help but have to bear, even if it will make you silent again. I learned to adapt myself to do things alone, and I learned to do anything calmly in the cold and noisy.

For the first time, I learned to cry in a low voice in the middle of the night and warned myself to be strong in the hot quilt. Learn to look at the warm orange street lamp outside the window in the middle of the night, the cold white light beam is flashing, and listen to the high command voice of migrant workers on the construction site, but feel at ease. Sometimes, I suddenly feel that maybe this is life itself! Rough, cold and thick rustic.

This year, I feel the rush of time for the second time. I still remember the feeling of the first time, which was the countdown to my separation from my best friend. Now, I begin to recall the past. The difference is that it is more regret. Regret your ignorance and dependence, and waste and disdain for time.

During this year, I fell in love with reading notebooks, and fell in love with morning self-study by reciting. Because I can recite the words I never forget at will. I once thought that I would take it to finish my college and even accompany me to work. I hope I will never give up this infatuation and record everything I yearn for.

I have changed a lot in this year. I fell in love with eating spicy noodles, falling in love with flashing lights, and watching my own shadow fall to the ground. All this is dazzling beauty!

Yesterday, we sat in the position of senior three for the first time and watched their last party. Everything is so beautiful and active, no one laments the fleeting time, here is just an ocean of joy and singing.

I know I shouldn't. I looked at the thick red flannel and strong light on the roof. When I looked up, I felt a dying silence. Tears and sweat blend, dripping on the back of my hand, warm. I heard President Yang talk about the new look of graduates and their maturity today. At that time, I was thinking, will we be like that? If we were carefree, are we sad and sentimental now?

I still love you in the second day of junior high school-I want to use this article to pay homage to your gorgeous ending.

I like reading. Whenever I have time, I will pick up the book and read it with relish. As for when it started, I will start from when I was in kindergarten.

That day, my father took me to Xinhua Bookstore and selected a book "Selected Fairy Tales of China" for me. When I opened it, I immediately saw a line of dense words, which made me dazzled and dizzy. I squinted and thought carefully: "One day, where did I come from?" I put a piece of cloth. After that. " Looking at it, I can't help but get upset and scratch my head. In a rage, he closed the book with a bang.

When I picked up this book again in primary school, suddenly, I was attracted by it. At this time, it hooked me like a huge hook. The rich and colorful contents in the book deeply attracted me. Savor carefully, there is a feeling of being in the mirror! I couldn't believe myself at that time!

From now on, as long as I have time, even if it is only a minute, I will pick up that book. At first glance, I either forgot to eat or saw the water boiling. So my electricity bill is always more than others.

Once, I went to the bookstore and bought some books. It was already half past five when I got home, and the whole family had already finished eating.

I looked at the dining table and thought that I hadn't eaten yet, so I sat down on the sofa and read. The wonderful content in the book attracted me again.

An hour passed, two hours. It was not until my stomach growled that I suddenly woke up from my dream book: "Ah! How could I forget? I haven't eaten yet! "

I got up and ran to the kitchen. At first glance, "Hey, what am I worried about?" I haven't eaten yet! "I said this, and picked up the book, fascinated.

"Goo goo-"My stomach sang "Eating Song" again. "I'm starving. Why doesn't the rice open? " I ran to my mother and said, "Why don't we have dinner tonight?" Mom's eyes widened in surprise: "You. Haven't you eaten yet? " "hmm." I nodded, puzzled. When I think about it, I suddenly realize! How ridiculous I was then!

Unconsciously, the book and I became inseparable partners. When I encounter difficulties, books will help me and help me overcome difficulties and obstacles; When the book is idle and boring, I will chat with it.

Now, I am an eighth-grade pupil, but between me and the book, there is still the rope that can never be untied.

I gradually found that my oral English improved and my writing ability improved. Whenever the teacher praises my good composition, I always say to it silently in my heart: friend! "

Before today, we freshmen who just stepped into the campus experienced the most painful torture in history, that is, military training. I suffered a lot in this military training, but I also gained a lot.

When I first entered the military training base, I was shocked by the words hanging on the wall. I didn't fall behind, I sweated and I didn't cry. I had a bad feeling at that time that the military training task must be very heavy.

Sure enough, I became a sinner in the class at the first training, because I always used my hands and feet at the beginning, and I couldn't change anything. So, just like a mouse broke a pot of porridge, other students in our class can only practice walking with me, while other classes have already started to rest. My face was burning with pain. If there is a crack in the ground, I will definitely get in at lightning speed. It's really embarrassing! This is the biggest shame in my life!

Finally, the instructor had no choice but to pull me out to train alone and let others rest. I had to practice step by step again and again until I got rid of the problem of using my hands and feet before returning to the team to continue training.

Later, because of the poor performance of our class, the instructor punished us for standing in the military posture for three hours, and my heart jumped suddenly. Because my physical fitness has been poor, I really don't know if I can hold up this three-hour military posture, but I can't, I can only crustily skin of head. At first, we looked relaxed, our eyes kept turning, and there were many surroundings.

Half an hour has passed, and our faces are getting more and more dignified, and we don't feel relaxed, but I can barely hold on. An hour has passed, and some of us really can't hold on. They just fell to the ground and pretended to faint. The instructor told her to rest in the shade, and soon another one fell down, followed by a third one. The fourth set a precedent, and naturally someone will imitate it.

Originally, I wanted to pretend to faint directly, but on second thought, this is the time to test my physical fitness and I feel I can't give up. So I gritted my teeth and kept sweating on my forehead, but I didn't feel anything.

A minute passed, and the instructor said it was time. I immediately sat on the ground and almost fainted.

How time flies! Before today, the military training report performance arrived. All the students in our class hold their heads high and act in unison. As expected, they won the first prize, and our class was very excited. In this military training, although it was very bitter, I gained diligence, confidence and friendship. Military training, you really make us love and hate!

My second day life composition 5 The long-awaited winter vacation has finally arrived. Life is like a book, and I write down happiness on every page. What I remember most is the trip to the ancient city of Fenghuang.

There is no doubt that Fenghuang Ancient City in Xiangxi, Hunan Province is a beautiful place.

When I came to the ancient city, I seemed to have entered a dream, and the fatigue of a day's drive collapsed in this antique beauty. Although it is in the severe winter, it is not cold. Under the wet sky, the distant sight is foggy, and I just think of elegance and tranquility.

Gently into the long and narrow deep Gu Xiang, slate slightly wet blue, I walked dexterously. Unconsciously, I came to the river. The slowly flowing Tuojiang River is the mother river of the ancient city. It passes through the city, and the river is clear and green. I got on the Wupeng boat, and the boatwoman gave a cry and knocked on the penny, and the boat went down the river. The grass at the bottom of the river is swaying, and the breeze blowing gently by the boat gives birth to a graceful feeling.

I don't know the passage of time, the clouds and fog in the sky have all dispersed, and it is full of stars in a blink of an eye. The quaint diaojiao building leans on both sides of the Tuojiang River, and I fall asleep with the sound of this water, which makes me emotional.

In the morning, the winter wind of the ancient city rubs the moist water vapor of Tuojiang River. Sunlight wandered among ancient buildings. Go downtown and take a closer look. The bluestone slabs laid in the city have long lost their edges and corners and have been polished by years. The vague footprints seem to tell the story of the years. Walk along a long street along the central street, turn left, and come to the Ming and Qing quadrangles, the former residence of Mr. Shen Congwen. The quadrangles are unique and the flavor of western Hunan is unique. Looking at the beautiful photos in the former residence, reading and recording Mr. Shen's life, I felt admiration for him.

The midday sun is warm, and I walk down the steps. The calm river flows slowly, and the ripples dragged by the stern ripple in my heart. Wonderful moments are always easy to flow away, and the sun has set. There are alleys extending in all directions in the ancient city, and I like to walk through them. Tourists all over the streets don't know which places to revisit and which ones come from thousands of miles away. Several different stores, various genres, I feel a little confused inexplicably. The vicissitudes of ancient cities, ancient bricks and Gu Men are still magnificent. The sun, which almost sank below the horizon, still cast a shadow on the east side of the ancient city building. The shadow is long. As night falls again, the lights outline the outline of the ancient city wall, once again dotted, reflecting the charming beauty of the phoenix. ...

Fenghuang ancient city.

The first day of my holiday-the day after the final exam. As usual in the morning, around six o'clock, I opened my eyes in a daze, and my hand that lifted the quilt paused in the air. I can't help being happy at the thought of having a holiday today. I got out of bed and closed the curtains. I didn't think about anything and fell asleep wholeheartedly. When going to school, the bed is the most amiable place, and sleeping is naturally the most wonderful thing.

After sleeping for a few days, I began to feel bored and simply did something I didn't have time to do at school. Go out for a walk, but my sister is too young to leave her parents and go too far. Finally, she printed a few guitars herself and harassed her if she had nothing to do. In terms of literature and art, the piano art has improved a little, but my sister burst into tears when she saw it, alas!

In the next few days, I began to focus on what others thought was normal: spending five or six minutes combing my hair-although it was still naughty; Practice smiling in front of the mirror; Go to the playground with classmates to catch dolls; Eat food I have never eaten ... these are all classes I missed! Life will not be interesting if you don't study. It depends on how you define learning. Whether learning knowledge or studying hard, it adds a lot of color to the plain life.

You can drink porridge cooked by grandma every morning. Isn't that a very happy thing? I can also play tricks on my sister when she is very young; Of course, I can also go to the market with my master, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't wear glasses. Holidays are also a good time to return to the family from heavy study.

I didn't do anything special this holiday, nor was it as colorful as I thought. It is so ordinary and ordinary, just like a beam of sunshine shining through the window, unobtrusive and indifferent, but it is the sunshine in winter, which makes people feel warm and real. What a beautiful scenery!

What I can't forget most is that my parents took the time to put my sister at my grandmother's house and took me skiing. It was cold that day, but the winter sun shone on me that day. When I slipped down the slope, the snow collapsed my face and mouth. The coach's words were ignored: "Is it fun?" "fun!" I answered her. Looking forward to sliding down like this, the sun shines on my cotton-padded jacket, which is not a ski suit, but it also reflects a lot of dazzling light ...

This is my winter vacation life this year, ordinary and full.

My second day life composition 7! Half of the winter vacation has passed, but life in the countryside has not let me down, because today I personally witnessed the exquisite process from flour to white steamed bread.

My father and I made up in advance last night. Seeing my father wearing a clean white hat really looks like a senior chef. Dad made two steps in three steps, and it took a lot of effort to move the white flour that had just been ground not long ago. You can't throw a big bowl of flour. Look at that big bowl, it's still heavyweight! Dad almost poured a full pot, so I joined in. "One, two, three!" Shouting slogans and holding them up. Oh, it's really hard. I'm covered in flour. If I get more, I will turn white. Ha ha! Tai Chi is the best way to describe Dad's dough. He pursed his ass, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the big basin in one hand and rubbed it in the other. Look! Hehe, what finally appeared in front of us was a big white face. Hey! Finally, pour some white paste and baking powder, cover the quilt and wait for him to ferment.

No, this morning, my father hurried to see the bowl of noodles, which surprised me. Last night, a dough was fermented overnight and turned into a big pot. At this time, my aunt and sister-in-law were invited, and my uncle came to join in the fun. Making steamed bread is like magic. Grab a piece of dough and knead it for a few minutes, and it will become a round "snowball", lined up one by one and placed neatly on the hot bed, just like soldiers reviewing. "Get to the point! It's time! " I am a "mobile timekeeper". I saw my mother holding a big cage, putting steamed buns in a circle, folding them one by one, and finally covering them with a lid. It's time to start a fire. This is my strong point. A little, a little flame, I burn, burn, burn. Under my "concern", it finally flourished and became a raging flame, which burned more and more brightly.

The water is boiling! The water is boiling! My "moving clock" still works. After burning for an hour, I finally heard my mother say, "No more burning! Don't burn! The steamed bread is ripe! You can lift the lid. " Many things happen. After an hour of long steaming and baking, white steamed bread was born! Smell, thousands of miles fragrance, charming wheat fragrance, after a day and a night of hard work, finally eat their own steamed bread.

I can't help thinking that we have to walk so many steps to eat steamed bread in our mouths. We should cherish such precious food! What a meaningful winter vacation!

My life composition in the second day of junior high school 8. Dan Qing splashed ink with freehand brushwork, and calligraphy refreshed my life. From the moment we first met, my life was no longer dull, and I finally knew the meaning of persistence.

Life without waves, calligraphy has brought me a brand-new experience. That feeling, like talking to a close person, is the most pleasant feeling. I decided to practice calligraphy in order to give a little comfort to my boring life.

So, I embarked on this bumpy road. At first, I wrote badly. The most basic horizontal line is like a small snake wrapped around paper. I tried and tried, and I failed and tried again. It was early spring and a little cold. I hold the brush in my red hand and say to myself: press, stop, go, stop, go back and collect. These are just a few words, but it is not easy to do this. I practice hard and repeat it over and over again. The pile of paper on the side is getting thicker, and my calligraphy is getting better.

I fell in love with calligraphy. The teacher began to let me practice complex words. I carefully compared the copybooks and wrote them carefully one by one. After another month or two, I began to copy famous works and practice classical poetry. Writing these well-known poems with a brush has a unique charm. Writing and reading these beautiful words is a great pleasure. I saw the flowers in A Dream of Red Mansions fly back. I admire the fallen flowers of the cuckoo. I miss the beauty of the pieces of jade. I admire the finely crafted powder makeup. I feel the charm of China ancient culture, and my life is full of scholarly atmosphere.

I further deepened my study of calligraphy and came into contact with more fonts. I like the elegance and solemnity of official script. It is the kind of classical woman who dances, has long sleeves and is full of amorous feelings. I like the fluency and romance of running script. It was a trickle, full of vitality in the murmur. Each stroke has its own meaning. Horizontal is Libra-like fairness; Vertical, standing like a pine; Skim, fade out gently; If you are embarrassed, you must be deeply branded; Pointed out that it is round and smooth; What I fold out is integrity ... I cultivate sentiment in calligraphy, and even if there are setbacks, I will never give up easily!

Flowers are hesitating, willows are singing softly, and light green appears slightly from the top of the tree. Another spring, I took part in the calligraphy competition and returned home in triumph.

Calligraphy has been refreshed and integrated into my life. Accompany me through my youth, let me feel the perfection of the world and temper my will. Freehand brushwork, I won't forget you!

My life composition 9 of the second day of junior high school is in the autumn of September again, and my heart has calmed down a lot in the continuous autumn rain. The humid air is mixed with a wisp of sweet osmanthus, and my thoughts seem to have returned to last year-I passed by the persistent teenager. ...

When I started my life in the second day of junior high school, I was nervous. This is not only a classroom transfer, but also a battlefield of fierce competition and polarization. The first monthly exam seems to come in a blink of an eye. A week later, my grades were announced. I didn't study hard during the summer vacation, and I was still immersed in a relaxed life during the September holiday. There is no doubt that my grades in all subjects are not ideal, especially my Chinese score is only 79, which is not even up to the class average. Looking at the dazzling red numbers on the paper, I blushed, my eyes blurred, and the striking double digits were laughing at me ... Then, under the guidance of my teacher and the encouragement of my parents, I set my learning goals and decided to turn the tide. Since then, I have embarked on a persistent second day trip!

The so-called persistence means working towards the goal until it reaches or even exceeds it. After learning from a painful experience, I changed. I get up early every day to recite a Chinese or English text, ask the Chinese teacher "one question a day" on the stairs, and brush the weak subjects' questions every night ... Day after day, I persevere into the examination room and finish the papers carefully and nervously. Finally, my grades came out, and my persistence brought unprecedented good grades, especially the Chinese grade reached 108. Goals inspire fighting spirit and persist in achieving brilliance. Since then, I have turned persistence into a habit, and my achievements have also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Of course, my persistent second-year life is not limited to studying. Since the senior high school entrance examination, my 1000-meter long-distance running event has never exceeded 4 minutes, but the perfect score of the senior high school entrance examination is 3 minutes and 40 seconds, and there is still a gap of more than 20 seconds! At my father's suggestion, I invited "persistence" to my long-distance running practice. Every morning during the summer vacation, I get up on time and insist on going to the riverbank for exercise and running. On rainy days, I insist on running stairs. When I went to physical education class, I gave up my favorite basketball entertainment, and met some long-distance runners on the runway .... After the start of school, my running performance has made great progress and basically reached the full mark standard.

On the second day of my life, I cried and laughed, but I thought about giving up but finally persisted. I should thank myself for my persistence, because it kept me from wasting this year and sinking!

A sweet autumn wind blew, and I looked up again, with firm steps, and walked persistently to my third grade!

My second-year living composition 10 My after-school life can only be described in one word: more! How many? Count the stars by yourself. Hey, don't go yet. Say a few first: playing the piano, singing, playing chess, playing computer, playing mobile phone, watching TV and so on. If you ask me what I like best, playing computer, of course!

There are two notebooks in my home. One is at home, and the other is taken to Beijing by my father to "travel" to broaden my horizons. Whenever I play computer, I need my parents. What, if you ask me why, I will tell you: because they set some stupid passwords on that computer. Turn on the computer, and then turn on the secure desktop.

I like that safe desktop because it can download many games. Haha, start playing Plants vs Zombies Hatsune Hatsune Hatsune. I entered the main menu and turned the game into full screen. Click "Play a Little Game", and then click "Revenge of Dr. Wang Jiang". Every time I play at this level, my heart is like being knocked down.

"Bang bang" is like playing drums, so nervous! This time is no exception. Look! There is an iron bucket zombie on every road. It has a lot of blood and always eats some of my plants. This is always difficult to deal with. However, just two watermelon cans and corn cans of all kinds will do.

By the way, I hate Dr. Wang's broken car, because it exercises its skills with your plants from time to time. How hateful! Zombies will become more and more fierce in the future. However, as long as all kinds of pitchers are planted and peppers are planted in an emergency, what Gargantuar, rugby zombies, jumping zombies and iron bucket zombies can be put?

Kill them all. When you have a lot of frozen mushrooms, you can freeze them while the boss is exploring and let the plants beat them, which can reduce more blood. Once, the boss had already left (indicating that it was going to end), and I was going to kill him directly. Suddenly, it retracted its head again. Alas, it can't reduce its blood. After a while.

Son, I finally detected it. I don't care about this. I kept popping it with pepper and finally killed its blood. This is, the boss suddenly looked up, I thought it was going to vomit, but I didn't expect the boss to be blown up by me. Boom, boom, boom. Look, I blew up all the robots and zombies that big! Look! That demon

The evil doctors surrendered with a white flag! Ha ha! ! Great victory! ! !

This is my after-school life game computer.