The title of the composition in the second day of junior high school is "Thank you"

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are five junior two compositions I collected for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The title of the composition in Grade Two is "Thank you" 1

Another boring night. Unable to sleep, he put on his old cotton-padded jacket and came to the window gently. It's windy I always turn off the lights, for fear that the dazzling light will drive away the long-lost silence. There are many stars in the sky, but in my sight, only a few are unusually prominent and bright, and the rest are bright rather than bright. There is no rain, no moon, no bright moonlight, only darkness around. Green trees are no longer green, safflower is no longer brilliant red, lifeless. I feel more and more lonely.

Suddenly, invisible forces broke through the darkness, turned a corner in the dark treetops ahead and flew straight towards me. Its speed can be imagined, very fast! A few seconds later, I suddenly woke up: it was the flute! At this wonderful moment, I feel an unprecedented beauty and an unprecedented "loss". Wonderful flute sounds come and go, as if it were not real music, but a tortuous story.

Maybe the piper is in the same situation as me. I feel restless and lonely at night, and I can't sleep well, so I think of playing the flute to entertain myself. I continued to listen to the flute. But suddenly, that invisible force changed again and became more beautiful: the rhythm of the wind, the integrity of the rain, and the silence of the night. It makes me crazy, immersive, as if I had ascended to heaven.

There is a warm white light spreading on the earth, and I am amazed: Is it the moon? Then look at the sky. This time, there are not only new moons, but also twinkling stars, which are extremely bright. I don't know how comfortable it is to lie on the soft lawn when it is calm. The soft flute is mixed with the scenery. Gradually, I seem to forget everything in the world, and my soul is driven to a distant place with music ... I am led into another world, where I can't see loneliness, sadness and evil, only happiness. Isn't it the beautiful artistic conception I'm looking for?

In an instant, the quiet moonlight disappeared, the twinkling stars disappeared, and the dreamlike world ceased to exist. All we have now is dazzling sunshine. Is it morning now? I was shocked and propped up weakly, and the sleepy man was still wandering around, although he was so weak. Is it a dream? I suddenly realized that my heart was less dull and more cheerful; Less boring, more grateful.

Thanks to the piper.

The composition of the second day of junior high school takes gratitude as the topic 2

Speaking of strangers, some people are afraid and some people are grateful. So how to treat strangers?

According to the materials, strangers can bring us some necessary help, but they also bring us some harm. There are slogans about strangers everywhere in our lives, and we will meet strangers as soon as we go out. We can't live without strangers. We have to deal with strangers from time to time.

The stranger taught us a lesson, and we can't believe what the stranger said. Promise is not always good.

When you want to go from one place to another, don't talk to a stranger when he flatters you and woos you to take his car, saying that it will cost you less to take his car, so you will be cheated. Just like what is shown on TV, it is very harmful to your own safety and property to gain others' trust with sweet words and then cheat others. In fact, there are many such examples in life, which often warn us not to believe strangers' words, and saying yes is not necessarily good.

Friedman, an American jurist, said, "Strangers protect us and help us." Although strangers bring us harm, sometimes strangers also protect us.

When criminals endanger our lives and property, the police help us arrest criminals and protect our lives and property. When you are sick, the doctor asks you to be caring and attentive, treat you and ensure your health; When the fire broke out, the firemen tried their best to help us put out the fire. Are these people familiar to us? Aren't they strangers to us?

I still remember that during the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan on 20__, the people's soldiers and volunteers, angels in white, were different and unfamiliar to those affected compatriots? Just after the earthquake, they all risked the aftershocks to rescue their compatriots in the ruins, comforted them, encouraged them to live bravely and never give up, and let flower of life bloom in every corner of the ruins. I'm afraid everyone still remembers the touching scene in the earthquake! In that earthquake, how many strangers donated money and materials to help those compatriots who suffered disasters.

I think strangers are good or bad to us, sometimes the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Besides, we can't stay away from strangers everywhere.

We should thank those caring strangers who have helped us.

The title of the composition in Grade Two is "Thank you" 3.

In my young mind, a grateful seed gradually took root and sprouted. It appeared because of a stranger I didn't know. It is this kind-hearted person who makes me stop believing the advice of "don't talk to strangers" warned by adults! Let me be grateful to others all my life!

Once after school, I waited at the school gate for my grandmother to pick me up. It's getting late and it's raining sporadically, and I'm getting more and more anxious. I want to go home by myself. At this time, I saw a horrible scene in the movie. I walked home alone, and it was getting dark. Suddenly, a stranger appeared from the shadows. He covered my mouth with a cloth with medicine, and I suddenly lost consciousness. Thought of here, I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. But don't go, I'm the only one left at the school gate. Standing here alone is no different from walking in the street alone. Just as I was having a fierce ideological struggle and felt helpless, an aunt riding a bicycle appeared in front of me with a big basket beside the car. She is not tall, her face is dark, and she dresses differently from the city people. At first glance, it is the style of a few years ago, and there are some rotten apples in her basket. When she came to me on this broken bike, she said to me with concern, "Son, why have you been standing here?" It is going to rain soon. " Obviously, she has been observing me for a long time, and I am afraid of silence because my mother told me not to talk to strangers. As I hesitated, menstruation clearly saw my thoughts. She said firmly, "Is there no one to pick me up after school? Come on, tell me where your home is and I'll take you home! " After that, he leaned his bike and basket against the telephone pole next to the school and quickly locked it. A pair of rough big hands pulled up my little hand, and I was "scared" by her frank behavior. I didn't break free at all I told her my home address and was led home by my aunt. These big hands led me through the traffic lights, through the vegetable market and through the dark alleys until I came to my door. ...

Many years have passed, and those warm big hands have been lingering in my memory. My kind and simple aunt taught me the truth of being a man and how to turn my little hand into a warm harbor. I believe that everyone will give love and be grateful, and our society will become more and more harmonious and beautiful!

The title of the composition in Grade Two is "Thank you" 4.

We are hurried walkers, walking on a long road, inadvertently having an intersection, meeting in a hurry and forgetting in a hurry. They said, don't trust others. They also said, don't talk to strangers.

But, I remember ...

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I came back from studying piano that day, and I haven't eaten yet. The wind is strong, my face hurts, and the path is deserted. Suddenly I found a stall on the street, so I ran excitedly and asked for a bowl of rice noodles. Perhaps because she finally got a deal, the proprietress was very happy, so she stopped rubbing her hands and began to work. She cooked the powder quickly, and after asking the price, I was ready to pay. I took out two pieces of waste paper. I smiled shyly, looked for my coat pocket and rummaged it again. I have no money! I feel ashamed to think of my boss's smile, but I didn't mean to play a prank! I grabbed the two pieces of waste paper and couldn't speak. It took me a long time to say, "Aunt, I'm sorry, I have no money." My head was frozen and hung in the air, and I dared not lift it for a long time. Glancing at her secretly, I saw her smile again, but this time the smile was squeezed out, and the yellow and black face seemed to be a broken orange. "It doesn't matter, the salary will be the same tomorrow." The proprietress managed to relax her tone, but I still caught a trace of helplessness and disappointment from her eyes. She kept packing for me and handed it to me with a smile. I took the powder and felt heavy. Being a stranger has taught me trust and tolerance.

Another time, I went to the park with my friends, but on my way home, the weather changed and it began to rain. I ran under the eaves of the roadside to shelter from the rain. The eaves are very narrow, and I have been leaning against the wall. "Come in, son." I looked to the left. In the room less than a few meters away from me, there was an old man with a long beard. I took a few steps forward and stood by the door with some doubts. The old man got up and moved the stool for me, staggered to the back room, bent down again, held the wooden stool in one hand and the back of the chair in the other, and moved his center of gravity forward step by step, which made people worry a little. I feel very warm in rainy days, and that figure warms up all the water droplets. As a stranger, I learned to care and help.

I gradually understand that there is no size to be moved and no length to be warm. We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ? Sometimes a look, a smile, and a short sentence can bring emotion; Sometimes even a moment's warmth can be eternal, but the brief intersection is unforgettable. In this world, there are too many unfamiliar people, unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar voices, but love and kindness will always come to light.

We are hurried walkers, walking on a long road, meeting inadvertently, but never forgetting. Thank you, thank you stranger.

The composition of the second day of junior high school takes gratitude as the topic 5

Another boring night. Unable to sleep, he put on his old cotton-padded jacket and came to the window gently. It's windy I always turn off the lights, for fear that the dazzling light will drive away the long-lost silence. There are many stars in the sky, but in my sight, only a few are unusually prominent and bright, and the rest are bright rather than bright. There is no rain, no moon, no bright moonlight, only darkness around. Green trees are no longer green, safflower is no longer brilliant red, lifeless. I feel more and more lonely.

Suddenly, invisible forces broke through the darkness, turned a corner in the dark treetops ahead and flew straight towards me. Its speed can be imagined, very fast! A few seconds later, I suddenly woke up: it was the flute! At this wonderful moment, I feel an unprecedented beauty and an unprecedented "loss". Wonderful flute sounds come and go, as if it were not real music, but a tortuous story.

Maybe the piper is in the same situation as me. I feel restless and lonely at night, and I can't sleep well, so I think of playing the flute to entertain myself. I continued to listen to the flute. But suddenly, that invisible force changed again and became more beautiful: the rhythm of the wind, the integrity of the rain, and the silence of the night. It makes me crazy, immersive, as if I had ascended to heaven.

There is a warm white light spreading on the earth, and I am amazed: Is it the moon? Then look at the sky. This time, there are not only new moons, but also twinkling stars, which are extremely bright. I don't know how comfortable it is to lie on the soft lawn when it is calm. The soft flute is mixed with the scenery. Gradually, I seem to forget everything in the world, and my soul is driven to a distant place with music ... I am led into another world, where I can't see loneliness, sadness and evil, only happiness. Isn't it the beautiful artistic conception I'm looking for?

In an instant, the quiet moonlight disappeared, the twinkling stars disappeared, and the dreamlike world ceased to exist. All we have now is dazzling sunshine. Is it morning now? I was shocked and propped up weakly, and the sleepy man was still wandering around, although he was so weak. Is it a dream? I suddenly realized that my heart was less dull and more cheerful; Less boring, more grateful.

Thanks to the piper.