Can you give me five junior high school compositions with a perfect score of 600 words? Thank you.

My childhood was very happy, and the story that happened at that time is still fresh in my memory. There is one thing that always makes me happy whenever I think of it. Because it brings me endless fun.

One day, when school was over, I saw many students gathered in front of me. I walked over curiously and saw a lovely box of ducklings. I bought one and a half when I asked. I picked it up and held it in my hand. Its small eyes look at me like two black beans and bark at me from time to time. And it's swaying in a lovely way. When I crouched down to get the plastic bag, it waddled away from me. I caught it back, still chanting: "This little thing is really naughty." Then, I put it in a plastic bag and named it "Scampy".

When I got home, I put it in a shoe box and put it on the table, lest it run out. However, it is not obedient. It grabbed the box with its wings first, and then jumped out of the box hard. Then it ran forward in despair and fell on the chair. It jumped off the chair again. Stumbling to come over, Ji Ji called me. I think it's hungry. I took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, carefully cut them into pieces and put them on a small plate. As soon as I picked up the plate, the duckling waddled towards me, only to see it flapping its wings and craning its neck eagerly. Before I could put the plate steady, it greedily ate it with its yellow flat mouth, like a small clip. In a short time, its mouth ate all the dishes on the plate like a small clip. The way it eats vegetables is really cute. I like it even more when I see it so delicious.

In the evening, Dad came back and made a window for Naughty with a cardboard box. Mother cooks for it and I pour it water. Like a little guest in my house. Once, I held its flat mouth with my fingers and lifted it. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like riding a bicycle. At this time, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked strangely, "Why?" "If you pull its mouth, it will hurt." I put it down immediately. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said: "Although the duckling's mouth is hard, its mouth is also connected with meat. It will definitely hurt if you pull its mouth." I am ashamed to say to the duckling, "I am really sorry." At this time, Scampy called me twice. It seems to forgive me.

Since this duckling came to my home, it has added a lot of fun to my life. I still miss the duckling when I think of it.

Three years of junior high school life is coming to an end. Today, when I sat in the examination room and began to write this composition, the scenes of the past three years came back to my eyes, so close to me, as if it were yesterday.

Just entering school, I can't adapt to the study life in middle school for a while, I can't lift my spirits in class, and I often read novels secretly. These are all seen by the class teacher. I remember that time when the head teacher came to class, I couldn't help but take out my novel, but I just heard the teacher call my name when I opened it. I didn't know what to do at the moment, so I stood up in a panic. Unexpectedly, the novel in the drawer fell to the ground with a bang. I subconsciously lowered my head, ready to be criticized by the teacher. I think the teacher must have been angry. But the teacher didn't criticize me on the spot, but motioned me to sit down. After class, the teacher took me to the office. He carefully taught me how to adapt to the study life in middle school and recommended several good books for me to read after class. This may be a trivial matter for some students, but I keep it in mind that my academic performance has soared. In the past three years, with the constant education and help of teachers, I have overcome difficulties, studied hard and achieved excellent results. Now I am sitting in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination, and I am grateful for the teacher's teaching.

Three years of junior high school life is unforgettable, and I still remember my first speech under the national flag. It was our class's turn to raise the national flag that day. The teacher asked me to write a speech praising the new achievements in the construction of the motherland in advance and prepare to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony. I was both excited and nervous after accepting the task. How proud I am to speak to all my classmates under the national flag! But I'm afraid I can't write well or speak well, which will bring shame to the class. "Cherish the opportunity of this exercise!" The teacher has been encouraging me. So, on Sunday, I read a lot of information, carefully conceived and wrote a speech of more than 800 words. After being revised by the teacher, at home, I closed the room door and tried to speak 10 many times. Naturally, I have a plan in mind. However, when I arrived at the scene that day and saw so many pairs of eyes staring at me, I was a little flustered, with a cold sweat on my forehead and a trembling voice. It was the teacher who gave me a look full of trust and encouragement under the stage, which made me summon up courage, stick to my speech and stand the test.

Time flies, and three years of junior high school life will come to an end unconsciously. "Wave, it's hard to say goodbye!" Although we have walked out of junior high school, the relationship between teachers and students is unforgettable, and the colorful junior high school life will remain in my heart forever.

My father

I have a fickle father. Sometimes, like friends, we are close at hand. Sometimes, just like strangers, they are strangers to each other and far away. His personality characteristics can be completely described by the advertising words of the seven wolves.

Father's silence

My father loves me very much. But he doesn't take care of every little thing in my life like my mother, so that I often think he hates me.

I remember when I traveled to Beijing with the summer camp, my father didn't come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing that other students are seeing my parents off, I think my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't come to see me off even if he had to travel far away. On the way to Beijing, I think my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that my generation of plague has finally left him. On the day I came back from Beijing, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn't see me off the day I went to Beijing. I said disdainfully, "He hates me, and it's no big deal." "No," mom said firmly, "you know what? Your father can't bear to part with you and has been talking about you at home! " My nose hurts as soon as I hear this. This is the first time I know that my father cares so much about me, but he just doesn't want to show it.

Father's power

One night after seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he would work overtime and would not come back for dinner. My father works very hard and often works overtime. When he works overtime, he stays up all night. Because of overtime work, my father looks haggard and old, and his eyes are deep. My mother and I see it in our eyes, but it hurts in our hearts. It was my father who propped up our family! Thinking of my father's busy work in the office and his loneliness, I shed tears of regret and regretted that I didn't understand my father.

Father's kindness

For a time, I was as obsessed with online games as I was possessed. After the teacher found out, he called my father. That time, my father hit me hard, and I was beaten and screamed. At first, I hated him. I don't understand why he used such cruel means to punish me. Later, my father held me in his arms, gently stroked the place where I had just hit, and gently said to me, "Son, does it still hurt?" Father also hates iron not to produce! "Say that finish, all his tears," pattering "to flow down. Men don't cry easily. This time, I finally understood my father's good intentions.

My father is like a wolf. Beneath his strong appearance, there is a gentle heart hidden. My father is like a wolf. He put me in the vast desert and made me suffer from wind and rain, but he always guarded me in the dark and didn't let me lose my way.

General comment: This exercise "My Father" is compact, and it points out the personality characteristics of my father in the form of a subtitle, which is refreshing. What's more commendable is that the young author can describe his father's movements, demeanor, language and psychology in detail, so his father's image is very vivid and full.

Example 2:

Unscramble father

My father is always a silent man. In life, he doesn't have much laughter, only silence washed away by years. ...

As soon as I got the results of the senior high school entrance examination, I felt pushed to a desolate and empty place.

15 years old, walking helplessly on the way home. The sky is not as blue as usual, and the crimson sunset dyed the sky red. I looked at the sunset and thought of my failure in the senior high school entrance examination. I am very sad in my heart: sunset, you are like me, and I am like you.

The fiasco of the senior high school entrance examination was a very heavy blow to me. For days, I hid in my room and cried. My mother watched me all day for fear that something would happen to me. Father is eternal silence. He didn't comfort me, but sometimes he looked at me silently, mostly listening to my crying quietly, still guarding the silence that seemed to belong to him, which was deep and elusive to me.

At night, everyone is asleep, but I can't sleep. The shadow of failure haunts me and I can't sleep. The door suddenly opened. My father quietly came to my side and silently looked at me with tears. After a long time, he finally said, "No, I'll take the exam next year." My heart was trembling, and under the light, my father's old face was full of expectation and encouragement, which made me get out of bed.

With my father's expectation, I once again set foot on the frontier of hard life.

I was really excited to receive the admission notice from the provincial key middle school that morning. As soon as I saw my father, I said to him, "Dad, I got in." My father didn't smile brightly and praise my success as I expected. He remained silent and just nodded calmly.

On the day of school, my father went to the township bus station by bike, because it was to save a few dollars in travel expenses. Along the way, he said nothing. After arriving at the station, there happened to be a bus to the county seat. Father said, "Get on the bus. If you are alone outside, you should learn to take care of yourself. " In a flash, I found that my father had lost a lot of weight and was much older. His chapped hands, such as mulberry bark and white hair, dangled in front of my eyes ... all of them were fixed in my mind, forming a painting that never faded. I looked at my father's fading back, and suddenly there was an unspeakable taste in my heart.

In recent years, my father has been busy for our family, especially for me. My mother told me more than once that my father loved me very much, but she didn't say it herself. He told almost everyone that his children went to the best school in the county to attend high school. I'm just a little tired and happy for his future success. My father's words and caring heart have always been the driving force for my constant pursuit of progress.

Reading father, it is difficult to read his silence.

First of all, father

One afternoon three days ago, my father came home. Nobody was at home at that time, so he put down his basket and squatted at the door to smoke a leaf cigarette. The old lady upstairs thought it was a vagrant and scolded him to go away. When I asked my father about it, he rubbed his hands awkwardly like a child who had made a mistake, and his eyes wandered. "Next time, I must wear a suitable dress."

The house is not spacious, so we put our father and son in one room. Soon after my father entered the room, I heard a slap in the face. As soon as he opened the door, his son made a big noise: "You are dirty, you are dirty, don't kiss me, get out!" I was very violent to my son, and my wife gave me a glare. Father stood by with his hands hanging down, and that night he heard his father tossing and turning.

The next morning, the wife explained to her father in an unfriendly tone: "There are good cigarettes and ashtrays on the coffee table. Don't smoke leaves, don't shake ash. Don't move the stereo, gas cooker, refrigerator, TV ... "Father said humbly," If you ask me to move, I can't move. " When I came back at noon, I saw water all over the floor. Father squatted on the ground, holding a rag and scrambling to clean the floor. The wife walked into the bedroom of cutting and slammed the door. My father was at a loss as if he had done something wrong.

It was raining lightly in the afternoon, and I didn't see my father when I came back from work. When my father came back, his wet hair rested on his wrinkled forehead and he was carrying a plastic bag like pine bark in his hand. He entered the room without taking off his shoes, and his wife snorted and went into the bedroom again.

Father said, "I went shopping. I don't know what you missed, so I want to buy these. " Honey cures stomach trouble. Remember to drink a spoonful every morning and evening. She is a brain person, and walnut powder supplements her brain. Grandson has a bad appetite and is thin. He bought him spleen cakes and had an appetizer. "

Finally, my father took out a plastic bag from his close-fitting pocket and said, "I saved this 5,000 yuan for selling chickens and pigs for three years. I'm useless. You need to get married and have children. Take it. I will go back tomorrow. Come again sometime. Look at your mother's grave and your grandfather's grave. Dad doesn't blame you if you don't have time to come back. You are busy and the unit is disciplined! " Say that finish, father smiled and touched the cigarette. That's the point. He may remember his wife's account and put it back.

Father insisted on leaving. I can't stay long, so I decided to call a taxi to take him back.

My father, who has never been in a car in his life, doesn't know how to open the door. His hand touched the door and he looked embarrassed. I stepped forward, bent down, opened the door, waited for my father to get on the bus, and then closed the door for him. My father sticks out his head with a happy face. He said, "Son, Dad is the luckiest person in the village." Say that finish, raise my hand to wipe the rim of the eye, and look at me smirking. At that time, I had mixed feelings.

The Choice of Mind (Full Score Composition)

It's cold. I'm always alone, with no one to accompany me. The cold river is soaking my body and my heart. My heart is dead and I don't jump.

Water ghost, a legendary person who fell into the river and drowned. They can't be reincarnated all their lives, but they can only wander in the cold river with a longing for life, without hope, future or even death.

I have been here for three years. Darkness, fear and loneliness are with me. I miss my family, friends and lovers. I long for the hug of my parents, the breath I can feel with my heart, and the body temperature I can touch with my hands. I want it.

The dark and humid air dehumanized me. I long for life. There is only one way to save me. I killed someone and let him take my place. I laughed internally. It was terrible, even I was shocked. "Kill him, and you will have a life!" A voice shouted in my heart, "Yes, I have no other choice. I can do anything for my life, even if I lose my kindness. "

Here comes the opportunity. A little boy is playing by the river. He is so cute and naive. Just like when I was a child, I was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to hurt an innocent life. "Hey, what are you thinking? You have no other choice. Do you want to stay in the cold river all your life? " The evil voice shouted in my heart again. "Yes, kill him and choose life." I lost my mind, I was crazy, and at that moment I chose evil. I swam to the little boy. With fear and anger, I grabbed his hand. The weather is very warm, and for an instant, even the air seems to be frozen. I smiled in my heart and laughed desperately.

The splash in the struggle is playing the melody of death. I tried my best to drag the little boy into the water to swim. I want to kill it (him). The little boy struggled and shouted, but in vain, because I was evil and I lost my humanity.

"mom! Save me. " "Mom", a word I haven't heard for a long time, my heart is shaking, and the cry of the little boy reminds me of it. "Mom, kind mother, she is looking forward to my coming home." Suddenly, I felt something dripping into my heart, warm and instantly spread all over my body. Those are my mother's tears. She misses me and expects me to come back. My heart is beating, and I have never been touched. I gently carried the little boy ashore and watched him run home. At that moment, I felt very warm and found myself. I won't let any mother in the world cry for the loss of her child again, because it is a sin and terrible! I made the biggest choice of my life. I don't know if it's right or wrong. All I know is that my mother will be proud of my choice.

Golden leaves are flying all over the sky, shining with dazzling light under the sunlight. The breeze blew across the river, rippling with cheerful songs. Happy and playful children gather by the river, and the river has become a playground for children. Very beautiful.

Another year has passed. It is said that this river hasn't drowned people for a long time, and it will magically push the drowning people ashore. People are talking about it happily. They all say, "There is a kind angel guarding the river and the children beside it."

I am happy, too, because that is my inner choice.

My mother and I walked under the same umbrella, and our hearts were filled with emotion. ...

One afternoon, after school, it suddenly turned cloudy. As soon as I got home, I heard a "wow" and it rained cats and dogs. "How lucky!" I feel happy for myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my mother didn't bring rain gear to work today. Although my mother goes to work by bus, I have to get to the station after work in such heavy rain to get my mother soaked. I called my mother's office and learned that my mother had to work overtime until seven today. I looked at the rain outside the window, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while. Before my mother gave me an umbrella, my eyes suddenly lit up ... yes! I'm going to give my mother an umbrella. So I grabbed an umbrella and rushed out of the house.

Soon, I got on the No.22 bus that my mother takes every day. Perhaps because of the rain, the road from Xisi to Xinjiekou, which was not wide, became more crowded. Cars stop and go. I used to have an old problem of carsickness. After so much trouble, my old problem has come back. I just feel my stomach turned upside down. I gulped it down, but the more I did, the more depressed I felt. I just feel top-heavy and my stomach is surging.

Finally arrived at the station. I quickly got off the bus and threw up with a small tree on the side of the road ... Suddenly, I saw that the No.27 bus I had to transfer to was heading for a station not far away. I really want to have a rest! But I'm afraid of missing my mother's off-duty time. I looked at my watch. It is almost seven o'clock. I couldn't help clenching my fists and bullets and running towards the station. ...

Finally arrived at mom's unit. I saw an office with lights on on the third floor. I was relieved because I knew that it was my mother's finance department.

I really want to rush in and give my mother an umbrella, but my mother's unit is very disciplined, and not everyone can enter. I have to wait for my mother in the cold wind. The cold wind penetrated my thin clothes and I couldn't help shivering.

At this moment, I saw a familiar figure. It's mom! I hurried to meet him. "What brings you here? Have you been waiting long? " Mom said with a smile. "No, just for a while. Let's hurry home. "

So my mother and I walk under the same umbrella. Looking at the smile on my mother's face, the cold and carsickness just now all disappeared. I can't help asking myself: "Crows feed back, lambs kneel down to milk", but how much have I done to repay my family and take care of my parents? How many times have I sent umbrellas to my parents when it rained cats and dogs? When my parents dragged themselves home, did I bring them a cup of hot tea? So, let me start with this. From now on, I will care more about my parents and repay them.

I tilted my umbrella slightly towards my mother as I thought about it.