Story composition on the blackboard 600 words junior high school

(1) Story junior high school composition in the schoolbag, 600 words.

Walking in the busy market, all kinds of schoolbags are dazzling. On campus, students also like to use schoolbags as status symbols. My schoolbag is the most eye-catching, because its "appearance" is very special and it has an unforgettable "history".

In the sixth grade of primary school, a female classmate from Guizhou was transferred to the class. Her parents came to work in our factory and she came here to study. She just came to our class and made a fool of herself when she introduced herself. When she stood on the podium, she bowed her head and said with a strong Guizhou accent, "Hello, my name is Zhang ... Red Heart. Please give me more advice in the future." Some students deliberately found fault and said, "What's your name? Dirty heart? It's better to call it kiwi! " Zhang's face turned red, and then I was lucky enough to become a deskmate with her. It's a pity that I have some difficulties in communicating with her, so we seldom communicate. Until one day, she brought a schoolbag. To tell the truth, that schoolbag is ugly. I don't know what material it is. All I know is that it is red in green, and there are several dark yellow flowers. The watchband is blue. She smiled and asked me, "Is this schoolbag nice?" I said helplessly, "It's fine." The expression on her face became more cheerful.

Time flies, a year has passed, and she said that her parents are going back. She said that she would give me a present. She took out her schoolbag from the drawer and handed it to me, saying, "Last time you said this schoolbag was beautiful, I gave it to you." I was about to say I couldn't accept it, but she looked at me with that irresistible look. I hesitated for a moment and accepted. After she left, I carefully observed this schoolbag. It turns out that this is hand-woven with hemp warp dyeing. I think it is more valuable.

Now, I don't care about the strange eyes and ridicule of my classmates. I used that schoolbag to hold my favorite things and heavy friendship.

The schoolbag is not a symbol of status, but a witness of friendship. I will cherish it forever!

(2) Tell stories in class and guess idioms with more than 600 words.

Stories in the classroom

What is a classroom? It's simple. A room, a board, a table, several windows, several sets of tables, a small classroom, there are so many stories!

Bow and pay tribute

According to the class convention, the seat adjustment began. The boss really values me. He just transferred my height of 1.79 meters from the last row to the first row. With the projection of telephone poles in front of my classmates, my first row of miserable life began.

After the transposition, the back seat was a short girl, and someone gave her a nickname called Apple. Just after class, I held my head high and stared at the solemn blackboard. Halfway through the class, when the teacher was collecting books, the one behind bumped into my stool. I turned and looked down at her at a 60-degree angle. "Hey, can you keep your head down? I can only see the back of your head when you sit like this. " I bet. The back of my head has never been so attractive. I have no choice but to bow my head. After a class, I learned two things: first, light travels in a straight line; Second, I am not as good as Li Bai because I want to "ruin my eyebrows and serve the powerful."

Calcium deficiency

Our headmaster must be the reincarnation of the miser described by Moliere, and he is reluctant to buy dust-free chalk. Therefore, the weather in the classroom is always light snow. Whenever it is necessary to clean the blackboard, the students in the first three rows run away. The dust is diffuse and persistent, and my desk is always covered with frost. The students sitting in the back always make fun of me and say that I smoke white powder. I can't help it Even if it's dusty, we still have to go to class. The chemistry teacher said that chalk is made of hydrated lime, which contains a lot of calcium, but this calcium is not the calcium in AD calcium milk, and it is easy to get lung disease if you suck too much. Oh! I finally understand that my lung capacity is always so substandard. It turned out to be a plot.

shortsighted

In the sixth grade, I wore my glasses too early because I was too close to the TV. The doctor told me to always look far away. However, the blackboard is a very close object to me. As a student, I can't help looking at the blackboard. I have been in class for a long time and want to look out the window. I have been ridiculed by the teacher several times: you watch the scenery on the bridge, and the people who watch the scenery watch you on the bridge. "

In a small classroom, even a blackboard has such a story, let alone others. The eternal classroom witnessed the growth of many students, witnessed our efforts to sow, the hope of harvest, the sweat of sowing and the success of harvest. Let's love this classroom from now on!

Our junior high school students' story composition is about 600 words.

1 I don't know when I started, but I have a kind of worry in my heart. I added a small lock to my thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with people.

I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?

Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.

(4) The story composition in the schoolbag is 600 words in junior high school.

The story in the schoolbag

Even if youth is a delicate and charming flower, I also understand that a solitary flower is never spring, and spring should be a colorful world. Thank you for giving me the spring in my schoolbag. -inscription

There are many stories in my schoolbag, which represent my childhood memories. The note in the schoolbag will remain in my heart forever.

I always feel groggy in class. I think I should be ill, but I still bite my teeth and insist. I still can't get sick in the end. I was taken to the hospital in the middle of class. It's very late to go back to school, and the stars in the night sky are shining faintly. When I opened the door of the classroom, I thought, "It's time to clean my homework. I don't know anyone's phone number. What should I do? " However, when I got to my seat, I was surprised to find that my schoolbag had been packed. I opened it carefully and found it was full of colorful notes. I opened my eyes wide. What are these?

Pulling out a post-it note, I slowly opened it with trembling hands, which seemed to contain treasures. The words inside make my heart sour, but sweet as candy. It says: "Dear XX, don't resist taking medicine!" Take care of yourself and help with your homework. If you copy, you can't ask me! Come on! "Another: We are waiting for you! Also, I grabbed a handful from my schoolbag and my heart trembled. The moonlight shines obliquely, as if giving me another kind of light. It is full of students' concern for me!

I gently put these notes in the interlayer of my schoolbag one by one, which will be my memory. I pushed open the door of the classroom again, and bright stars flashed in front of my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and found that there were more stars, no longer lonely and no longer shining alone. They are all in the sky, showing eight teeth and smiling at me! I walked down the stairs at a brisk pace, holding a note full of love from my classmates in my hand and walking on my way home.

I put the note in my bag in the box, which will be my memory. There is love in the schoolbag, which is the story of my youth; The story I love; The story of my friendship will remain in my heart forever! The water of friendship will merge into the sea and form spring!

Hope to adopt

⑤ Stories on the blackboard (600-word narrative)

My name is still hanging on the big blackboard in the school window, and every time I pass by, my classmates can't help showing envious eyes. Seeing embarrassing photos, looking at introductions full of praise, your face will always be spicy. My classmates said I was too modest, but my heart seemed to knock over the five-flavor bottle.

In the first stage of the third grade, there was a learning craze in the class, but several underachievers in the class didn't get better no matter how criticized by the teacher. That day, the class teacher called me to the office and said Jingjing and Xiaoyue lived in a community with me, hoping that I would tutor them well. Seeing that the teacher trusted me so much, I nodded happily.

But the reality is far from simple. Look at Jingjing. She calls herself a beauty, but she is chubby and has no ladylike temperament at all. She speaks carelessly and seems to have no brains. Although abortion looks good, it only focuses on fashion. Speaking of Chris Lee and Jiang Yingrong, she can stay up for three days and nights. Speaking of study, she said she wanted to see Duke Zhou. How can we conquer these two "beauties"?

I did a lot of work that day. First of all, I went to KFC and bought a family bucket with two double burgers to take away. With delicious food, can Jingjing resist the temptation? I went to the video store again and got Chris Lee's new record. With this, I am not afraid of abortion being naughty. The result was far beyond my expectation. The whole family barrels and double burgers were eaten up, and the new record was ruthlessly taken away by Xiaoyue, but the teaching effect was dumbfounding. I brought a poem to recite, and they read it for a long time before they remembered two or three sentences. I read Moonlight in the Pine Woods, but Jingjing added the next sentence to "Is there frost already?" ; I read that "leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall", but Abortion returned to "Rong Ying Yuchun came together". We fell out that day, and I actually scolded "vase" and "stupid pig" and so on. I clearly remember that they left my house in tears.

Time flies. On the day of the final exam summary, the class teacher beamed and praised me for caring about my classmates. The counseling effect is remarkable, which has attracted the envy of the students. It turns out that Jingjing and Xiaoyue both jumped to the top 20 in the class. I was also highly recommended by the class teacher as an excellent class cadre because I helped my classmates.

Applause sounded, but my face was as red as wine. I can't help but look back quietly and find that the two "beauties" are still happy. They may not care about the scene, but the honor on the blackboard hurts my heart deeply.

6. Story composition in the schoolbag: 600 words, 8 junior high schools.

The story in the schoolbag

Childhood is like a glass of wine, mellow and memorable; Childhood is like a gardenia, warm and refreshing; Childhood is more like a guitar, beautiful and exciting.

I remember when I was in third grade. At that time, I had a lot of homework in front of me. I have some difficulty in doing my homework and my personality is a little short-tempered, so I don't care about the neatness of books. So my books are often folded and I have no time to take care of them. Many newly developed books are placed in my place, and will be curled and folded in a few days, becoming "old books".

But what puzzles me is that when I took the books with rough edges out of my schoolbag the next day, they were neatly arranged without any rough edges. I'm surprised. At that time, I was still an ignorant child, and I didn't have the heart to think about how books became "new". I just know that the next morning, the books will be neatly placed in my schoolbag as if they were enchanted.

Finally, one day, this question appeared in my heart. So, at night, I got out of bed quietly and crept to the door of the room-I could see the living room clearly here.

There is a faint lamp in the center of the living room, which is soft and warm. In the dim light, my mother is taking my books out of the bag, carefully flattening the burrs and corners one by one, and folding the corners in the opposite direction, making the books tidy a lot. Finally, my mother put the book back in her bag carefully for fear of waking me up.

I only know that the softest place in my heart seems to have been touched gently, and a warm current flows into my heart. I tiptoed back to bed, but it was a sleepless night. ...

Every day after that, I will lay the book flat before going to bed, just like seeing my mother at that time. Although my movements are clumsy ... I opened the book today and saw a small crease that I hadn't seen for a long time. The memories in my heart were slowly evoked, and the memories were so profound that it seemed to happen yesterday. Because I know that my mother's love is hidden in that humble wrinkle ...

Composition 2: The Story in the Schoolbag

I won the second prize in the composition contest. I put the certificate on the wall and put the silver medal in my schoolbag. All kinds of stationery want to wear this medal when they see it, so they argue.

First of all, BLACKPINK, the eldest brother of the pencil case, appeared. Wearing a big red dress, he proudly said, "Don't compete with me today, because I have made the greatest contribution. If it weren't for me, pencils, pencil sharpeners and erasers, I don't know where they went. Young master doesn't know how to write a composition yet. So this medal should be worn by me.

Miss rubber, who loves beauty, put on makeup and said, "In this way, I have contributed a lot. Look at me. In order to correct my mistake, I got all dirty. So my credit is greater than anyone else. "

Mr. pencil is also excited at this time. He held his head high and said, "My contribution is the greatest! Without me, what would young master use to write a composition? Look at me, I'm a whole lot shorter for my young master to write more essays! " At this time, the eldest brother of the pencil case inserted: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't know where it is! Hey! "

Brother Pencil Sharpener was very unhappy after listening to the pencil. He said indignantly, "Compared with me, what is your little contribution?" Didn't I stand up when the pencil was thick and broken? Eating pencil lead every day for sharpening pencils makes me suffocate! "

The stationery in the schoolbag is flushed with competition. At this time, I took the medal away. Brother Pencil Sharpener was anxious: "Who is it? Who took my medal? " Uncle schoolbag said, "The young master took it. This medal belongs to the young master, not to you. Without the efforts and diligence of the young master, how could there be today's medals? You said, yes! " The stationery man bowed his head in shame after listening to his uncle's words. They said with one voice, "We know that we will treat the young master well in the future."

Since then, the stationery man has never quarreled again.

All landowners junior high school composition 600 words that annoying story.

On a late autumn morning, I was walking alone on a forest path. What caught my attention was a kind of gold. I feel that autumn has taken a mature step towards us with the joy of harvest. It was like a golden fairy tale, and I became the only visitor in autumn.

In the rustling autumn wind, the dead leaves on the trees have fallen. It slowly fell to the ground, making a sad "rustling" sound. Falling leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Leaves will not be so short of breath!

Unconsciously, I have reached the end of the road. I saw a clear stream in front of me, and fallen leaves fell on the stream with the wind, just like a golden boat. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves whirled with the tide, and they began a long and arduous journey. ...

Seeing that there was no way out, I simply lay on the luxurious carpet and looked up. There seems to be some green leaves left on the bare branches. Maybe in a few days, this green leaf will fall and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers." Yes! It is paying its life for the coming year.

Falling leaves! Your glorious life will not end with autumn, because the solid seeds have taken your hope to the next spring.

Falling leaves! You don't have to worry that the bare branches will be frozen by frost, because the tender branches of the past have become ruthless men.

Floating leisurely, floating leisurely, and the fallen leaves are still hovering and scattered there. It doesn't seem to be attached to the branches, and it doesn't worry about fate, just looking for its own home. It believes that since its life has an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.

Today, our junior high school students' story composition is 600 words.

The story of junior high school students is like a song: the songs of grade one are fresh and tender, because we observe the campus with a curious childlike innocence; The songs of the second day of junior high school are full of energy, because we have learned how to face junior high school life directly; The songs in grade three are bitter and a little heavy, because we are overwhelmed by an exam, and everyone has to sing the song of parting. Three years, record growth, friendship and youth.

I remember that we just stepped into the middle school campus and looked at this strange and fresh campus curiously. Under the blue sky, we shouted a solid and powerful slogan "12 1" and moved forward step by step; Under the scorching sun, we stood still, straighter than telephone poles, and sweat flowed down, so mosquitoes didn't dare to move when they flew over. Just look at each other seriously. This is the story of military training in Grade One. In this story, we still have no parallel lines that intersect. We are waiting for such a silk thread of friendship to pull me up and close.

At the first class meeting, after the class teacher introduced himself carefully, let's take turns to speak and introduce ourselves. Just like every leaf has a different pattern, everyone's introduction style is different. I still remember that she was full of confidence and told her situation in first-class English, which made everyone stunned; I still remember that he had a female name. He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, humorously saying that he was actually a "man". I also remember her clearly, so natural and graceful, and later she was unanimously elected monitor. Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my shyness. At that time, I felt that we were still parallel lines that did not intersect. Sure enough, we slowly tilted and finally intertwined.

In class, we like to read the text aloud to amuse the serious physics teacher. After class, we like boys and girls to jump rubber bands together, and our laughter ripples throughout the classroom; On weekends, we like to travel together and feel the tenderness of spring breeze, the brightness of summer, the fluttering of autumn leaves and the romance of winter snow. In our eyes, everything about youth is as clear as the world in a glass bottle. Yes, we let our friendship settle in such a clean world, leaving indelible marks in each other's hearts.

The parting bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with sadness. With tears in our eyes, we left our phone number on the alumni record and wrote our blessings. The pages of scented paper are filled with three years of beauty. We don't give up, but writing down different schools on the volunteer list is very helpless. Because we still have a long way to go, let's break up.

Pet-name ruby story happened in class 600 words composition (grade two)

It rained all night last night, but it's good to get up early. I came to school early in the morning and walked into the classroom. I found a shiny sign on the platform. I ran over and took a closer look. Hey! It turned out to be a snail crawling.

Speaking of snails, I am no stranger at all: it carries a spiral house all day, stretches its soft body and crawls slowly forward with flat sucker-like feet; Without bones, the whole body is almost muscle; There are two pairs of antenna-like antennae in the head, one in front and the other in the back, the front is small and the back is large; He is a glutton for sleep.

Probably my classmates found what I was looking for and asked. When I told them the secret, they joined the search for snails.

"I found it!" I shouted excitedly, and my classmates gathered around when they heard my cry. Perhaps it's because the snail has never seen so many people, which makes it shake two pairs of tiny tentacles warily.

Perhaps Zhou Jun thought the snail was so cute that he flicked it with his fingers and the snail quickly shrank into the hard shell. Zhou Jun's "hand" provoked a burst of abuse from his classmates.

Maybe the snail healed the scar and forgot the pain. After a while, the snail leaned out of its "villa". As soon as it came out, it seemed to remember something and shrank back quickly. Seeing that there was no danger around, the snail slowly poked its little head out of its shell. The students burst out laughing when they saw it.

This interesting snail makes the students want to catch it for fun. Because Zhang Ning was short and weak, he finally got the snail. In this way, a snail passed around in our hands. Little snail, how can you stand the trouble of your classmates? Soon there will be only one breath left. At this time, I only heard Zhang Ning mosquito hum: "The snail is dying, and a small life is coming to an end!" " Although Zhang Ning's words were very light, they sounded like a bomb to the students.

I wonder when the teacher came. He gently took the snail from Zhang Ning and put it on the platform. He solemnly said to us: "There is no distinction between high and low in life. Man is a life, ants are a life, and snails are also a life. In the big family of nature, human life and snail life are equal. " After that, the teacher asked us to look into the snail's eyes. From its eyes, I seem to see the helplessness and sadness of the snail. ...

Although it has been a semester, the teacher's words have left a deep imprint on my heart.

Attending a 600-word story composition that happened in the second day of junior high school.

Today, we are about to take off the red scarf that has accompanied us for five years. Today, we are about to leave education and train our Chinese Young Pioneers. Today, we are no longer childish children who only know how to play around ... we can no longer wear red scarves and respect the team of young pioneers. Today is an unforgettable day, and it is of great significance.

I am standing here at the moment, feeling extremely excited, red scarf. You have accompanied me through too many ups and downs. You always encourage me. When I was in trouble, you gave me courage. Now, it is you who have given me confidence and made me hand in a perfect answer sheet in this primary school for six years. Remember that cute and ignorant little girl? She was only in the second grade at that time! Holding the red scarf that has just been handed down in my hand, I feel a strong sense of pride and responsibility that I have never felt before. It is this red scarf that inspires her to study hard and keep making progress. Now she will take off her red scarf and leave the Young Pioneers. Will she miss the young pioneers? Will you carefully fold the red scarf that accompanies you day and night and then put it away? I think it will! There will be many such stories among us, and we will remember and always thank the Chinese young pioneers we participated in.

I used to touch the red scarf gently when I got lost. Today, we will say goodbye to it forever. Students, no matter how we change, the red scarf will always be engraved in our hearts, and our faith will never change.

Students, taking off the red scarf means that we are moving from naive children to sensible teenagers, which means that when we grow up, we should study hard, live up to the expectations of young pioneers and fight for our ideals. Since we love young pioneers so much, we should let them know that "we can do well without a red scarf."

Young pioneers, please stop worrying about us. We will definitely work harder to join our youth organization, the Advanced China Youth League. I firmly believe that we are the future and we will do better!