A composition recalling the life of the first day of junior high school

In study, work and even life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my carefully arranged composition recalling my life in the first day of junior high school for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Recalling the life composition of the first grade, 1 The youth is gone forever, and it is difficult to get up in the morning. Timely encouragement, time waits for no one. -Tao Yuanming This poem fully expresses how fast my primary school life is. You may delay, but time will not. I changed from an innocent child to a mature young man. This is also a blink of an eye! Standing on the playground of the campus, looking up at the sky and recalling the past, I sometimes laugh "hehe" ...

Alas, when I am lonely after graduation, my eyes can still look at the residual photos and videos left by my primary school life from time to time. How come there are only so many? I tried my best to supplement it with my own ideas and recall the scene at that time.

Six years, six years, so fast, you will soon take away my childhood, my childhood is only a few days left. I must cherish this memory so that it will never fade in my mind.

As soon as I graduated from primary school, I ended my primary school life and was about to enter middle school. I am too reluctant to part with my primary school and care about my teachers. Students who are unwilling to help each other; Friends who are even more unwilling to fight with me; Reluctantly ... they brought me knowledge. Happiness and friendship! I will never forget my teachers and classmates! After graduating from primary school, everyone went their separate ways, not necessarily in a middle school. Now when I think about the difference in the future, I am reluctant to give up. Alas, I really want time to stop at this moment, stop here and let me be with my teachers and classmates.

These six years of primary school life are fresh in my memory, and I can't forget them. Having lived in a primary school for such a long time, I am now a student in the graduating class. In a few days, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for many years. My primary school life makes me full, happy and unforgettable.

Recalling the life of the second day of junior high school, it has been nearly 1 year since I stepped into the door of junior high school. Looking back, you can see 1 in the distance. Grade 2 is our tender smiling face, irretrievable innocence. Although I miss those days very much, the life of senior one is destined to be the best page in my memory.

When I was in primary school, I only thought that the first grade was boring, with many subjects, teachers and homework … but I was completely wrong. Life in Grade One is much happier than that in Class One. There are more interesting subjects and serious and loving teachers ... Although the heavy study tasks sometimes make me breathless, kind teachers can always gently pluck the learning strings in our hearts and play wonderful music.

When I first entered junior high school, strange faces always looked domineering. I don't know how I spent that time. I just feel relaxed gradually. Happiness, both of us will put each other in our minds. Now we fight side by side, unite as one, and work together to become an inseparable group, leaving a beautiful rainbow in our hearts.

I like the present class because it records a brand-new life for us. I like the teachers now, because they took us out of primary school life and wrote an enviable chapter on our brand-new page; I like my current classmates because they make me laugh and accompany me to grow up healthily.

Behind the sweetness, there must be bitterness.

Maybe it's because I don't adapt to junior high school life After I entered junior high school, my grades have been unsatisfactory. Although I listened carefully to every teacher's inculcation, my grades never gave me any return. This is when I began to miss my primary school life. But I know that people should look forward and not live in memories, so I will definitely work harder in the future. Work hard.

The interweaving of bitterness and joy weaves my colorful and bright first-year life. I like the life of senior one!

Recalling the composition life of the first grade 3. The exam is over, and the life of the first grade has come to an end. Looking back on the past year, there are all kinds of ups and downs.

When I first entered junior high school, I ushered in my first military training. I thought it would be easy, but it was completely beyond my imagination. The coach will make us stand for dozens of times in the 800-meter long-distance running and the scorching sun, even the most common left-right turn. This demonic training lasted for two days before it ended. The students complained repeatedly and even fainted, but everyone persisted. Looking back now, I still have a lingering fear, but it is also a training in my life growth, which makes me understand that nothing can be done so easily and simply.

Then we entered intensive learning. The teacher told us that junior high school is different from primary school, so we must pay attention to it and meet the senior high school entrance examination in three years. We have added new subjects such as history, Taoism, geography and biology, which have never been touched before. I am eager to learn the knowledge inside, and those historical figures, political thoughts and strange landforms from all over the world have brought me unparalleled shock! Everyone spends every day in intense and orderly study. Although it's hard, everyone is happy.

During this year, I made a good friend. She loves to laugh and always brings joy to everyone. She is helpful, and I got to know her with her help. She often tells me questions, but I think "flowers in the fog, the moon in the water". I can't figure it out, but she can tell me again and again, and finally let me "clear the clouds and see the sky."

Say goodbye to the colorful senior one, and we are about to usher in the high-spirited senior two.

Recall the life of the first grade. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and six years have passed. Time took away our best time, leaving only memories. This memory, like a movie, is full of traces of years, but it never lets us find a colorful childhood.

In the first and second grades, we were still a group of children who were not sensible. Entering primary school life, I feel a little responsible. Wearing a red scarf, I feel that I have grown up a lot, and I am no longer a child in kindergarten. Learn pinyin and numbers bit by bit. The multiplication table that has been bothering us for a long time can now be memorized. At one time, one question after another seemed extremely naive to us. A small achievement is a big event for us.

By the third and fourth grades, we have begun to work hard for our goals. Teachers' inculcation and parents' high hopes let us know that efforts will have results, and we must pay a lot of sweat if we want to make small achievements. After the exam, the gap of a few minutes will make us reflect for a long time. Gradually, we all changed, began to mature and sensible, and were no longer naive.

In the last two years, in the fifth and sixth grades, we suddenly changed the way we used to play wildly, and began to sit in the seat and do homework after class instead of running in the sun outside the window. As the graduation exam approached, everyone began to worry and get nervous. Until the last day, it was all over, and six years ended like this.

Looking back on the past six years, I can't describe every wonderful picture accurately, because there are many things in my mind, I am no longer so carefree, I begin to be anxious, and I have completely grown from a child to a teenager.

Memories of my first year of life. The roller coaster in 1956 ended here. This hurried time is as fleeting as Mona Lisa's smile ... There are a series of lively footprints, innocent laughter and precious friendship between teachers and students on the campus that is still fresh in my memory. ...

My footprints are everywhere in the singing and dancing campus ... look! That's me playing in the wind on the playground; I am the one who watched the ducklings swimming by the pool; It is I who talk and laugh with my classmates again and again; But I think I am unpredictable; I am the one who is shy in class; I am the one who plays jokes in the classroom ... On campus, I have my ups and downs, and my life is mixed. ...

The campus is also full of laughter and laughter from my friends and me ... look! I gave my classmates a nickname! My bright eyes had a brainwave, and I named Sun Qian a "sour strawberry", Zhang Qian a "coral reef", Hu Yue a "yaya toffee", Huang Jingwen a "hot pepper" and Zhang Luyao a "chubby silver carp" ... They couldn't help laughing their heads off, and they were going to beat me up for this strange name. Another time I picked up a stone, but I knew nothing about it. Every time a stone flies in the air, it falls apart every time it hits the ground! Sometimes a stone falls on your partner's head and makes them cry. But in the end, the classroom is full of colorful laughter ... my primary school life is so happy!

There is also a teacher, who moistens us like sunshine and rain, sowing the seeds of learning in our hearts, slowly taking root and sprouting, blossoming and bearing fruit. It is the teacher who makes us go forward bravely in setbacks and successes; Let our eyes eager for knowledge be satisfied; Let's straighten the question mark into an exclamation point! Thank you teacher!

How unforgettable my six-year primary school life is!