Three 700-word model essays in junior high school.

# Entrance Examination # Introduction Composition is the most important thing in Chinese examination. If you want to write a good composition, you should read more perfect compositions and use them flexibly in writing. The following is the "Three 700-word Model Essays of Full Score in Junior High School" which is not compiled for everyone, hoping to inspire and help everyone's writing.

The first article: be a "walker"

I want to be a "walker" if I can. ?

On quiet nights, I like to sit alone. I like to set up the erhu and slowly pull the bow. The smell of wood fills the nose. Some rusty ones are still tight, and the two strings overlap, so I can rub them lightly and slide them again. I don't mind if rosin falls on my pants. Aside from the material around me, in the melodious music, I seem to have come to another paradise. I am deeply infatuated with erhu.

But suddenly one day, I found that not everyone has high respect for erhu. I stood in the classroom and talked happily about my wish to be an erhu player when I grow up. Everyone watched me dance with interest, but there was ridicule in their eyes. They cheered for the piano player's heroic performance. When they saw the beggars sitting on the street playing erhu occasionally, they turned to me, and there was an unclear color in their eyes, which made my heart ache. Looking at the old beggar in the street and listening to his intermittent hoarse erhu sound, I was speechless. The students gradually walked away, but I stopped in the corner and remained in a daze.

I still like to be deeply immersed in my own world, with only erhu silently accompanying me. In the dark, I am a lonely singer, singing old songs that others don't like to hear. Then, finally one night, I decided to let this melodious resound through the sky.

I began to attend art festivals frequently, and at class parties, I also shuttled back and forth with my erhu on my back. When I picked up the erhu, I was there. I sigh like an old man in the moonlight and groan like knocking on a crutch. I don't ask listeners to shed tears, but I ask them to listen to my inner voice, listen to my attachment to the erhu and wake up their sleeping hearts. I tried my best to tear off the last A?vagho?a in Horse Racing. I don't want to make everyone excited, but I want them to feel my inner anger-why are you laughing at the erhu and yelling at the piano?

When the music is over, I will stand up quietly and bow to them. I thank them for being dumbfounded, because I know that they have understood what I want to say: behind the erhu is the wisdom and culture of China, which is gorgeous, simple, magnificent and amorous feelings, and can be played with two strings.

We can't forget that it was our voice, the cry from China.

Be a "walker", convey your wishes with your own actions, and be willing to wake up everyone's sleeping hearts. Action, though insignificant, has opened a beautiful flower for the road of cultural inheritance. Me, proud!

If I can, I want to be a "walker" and travel around the world with my erhu.

Rule 2: Walk on a country road.

In the summer evening in the countryside, before it was dark, the moon slipped out early and leaned against the clouds, giving off a soft light.

My sister and I lived in the relatives' house in the rural area of Daci for a while, and our stomachs were full after dinner. In order to help digest food, we decided to go out for a walk. Farmer brother Wangwang volunteered to call: "I lead the way, I lead the way!" He took my hand and took my sisters for a walk.

Walking on a country road, I sometimes inadvertently step on a pile of chicken manure or something, but I didn't care, because I was already intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of the country. Our party skipped along, and many big dragonflies flew in front of us, flapping their thin wings and making a "buzzing" sound. Corn is planted everywhere on the roadside. Some corn leaves are still sticking out of the roadside, so we have to push them away and bend over through the corn forest to a meadow. In the middle of the grass stands a tall pear tree, which is full of yellow-brown fruits, but it is still small and immature. From time to time, there were waves of sweet voices in the grass. It was crickets singing happily, as if welcoming us. Suddenly, I slipped and fell back to the ground, lying on my back on the grass. I can clearly see the terraces that are far apart, one layer after another, and the vegetables on each layer are different and the colors are different. At this moment, Want Want came running and helped me up. Said, "Why are you so stupid? Your clothes are soaked with dew and you are still lying in a daze! " I smiled and thought, it's not that I'm stupid, but that I'm attracted by the beautiful scenery here!

Wangwang clamored to play hide-and-seek, but it was getting dark and everyone decided to come back tomorrow. At this time, I suddenly found one or two small fire spots not far away. Want Want also saw it and shouted happily, "Look at that, firefly!" " Seeing him in heaven, I couldn't help touching his little head.

The wind blows gently on our faces, and the fresh air is mixed with the fragrance of weeds and soil. If you go for a walk in the field at this time, you will find that the whole field is echoed with our songs and laughter. ...

The third article: the dew of my soul

In the early summer of that year, my classmates and I strolled on the sidewalk, immersed in the Zui Xiang of magnolia flowers on the street and the sweetness of ice cream in our hands, but all my dreams in my youth were shattered by a prominent car accident. Before I could react, when I pushed my classmates away, I was also hit by a car and flew far away. My leg was broken and my head was badly hurt. The doctor's diagnosis is lifelong disability, and the chance of standing up is very small. Because the right leg is comminuted by 2 cm, it will reach the knee.

When I woke up, it was 27 days later. At first glance, except for my closest relatives by the bed, all three students who left that day were there, and there were many others. During my stay in hospital, they came to accompany me every day, rain or shine, bringing a lot of abstracts and good books, as well as a lot of music and snacks. The companionship of love never stops for 365 days.

Every morning when I wake up, I can see those concerned eyes. Because of love, it nourishes my soul and gives me the courage to face the pain of heartbreak. I can't breathe every time I do traction and lacing. After crying, someone will always tell me jokes to distract me.

Especially the classmate I pushed away, took care of me for a long time in obscurity, and I was deeply grateful for his meticulous care and consideration. Maybe if I don't push her away, I will suffer the same trauma. However, she is under pressure from the heart, comforting me and caring for me. I am very moved by this emotion. I am more sure that what I am doing is right, and I have planted a seed that I am willing to pay for others in my youth. There are two other students who come to my ward before class every morning, leave after reading, come back after class in the afternoon and accompany me to rest at night.

In the most difficult moment of my life, I overcame the impossible because of the company of love. With the full treatment of doctors and the careful care of relatives, I experienced a wheelchair, crutches and a single crutch, and finally stood up again after 1.5 years. Everything is nourished by love. All love gathers into a river, like dew, all over my life, nourishing my body, mind and soul. It is this sweet and mellow dew of love that has filled the long river of my life and filled me with infinite power since then. At the same time, this full love has been infiltrating every corner of my life, and it has also taught me how to love and give it to everyone who comes to my life.

Gratitude and love are always there, and life is like a flower, which cannot be separated from the moisture of rain and dew. Love is the dew in my heart!