Recall the composition of the first day of junior high school

In life, work and study, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my composition recalling the first day of junior high school, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Memories of the first grade composition 1 6 years of roller coaster ride has come to an end, and this hurried time is as fleeting as Mona Lisa's smile ... In that fresh-remembered campus, there are a series of lively little footprints, innocent laughter, precious teacher-student relationship and classmate friendship. ...

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!

Back when I didn't leave my hometown, my hometown was a painting on the ground. I walked around in the painting and saw only the clouds in the distance. When I am far away from my hometown, my hometown is a hanging picture. You can see it when you look up. Every time in the moonlight, through a thin layer of yarn. Every time I read a sentence "I miss my hometown for a long time", "The soft leaves of foreign trees, the cold light of lanterns, the loneliness at night" and "When will my family go to Chunsheng River in my dream?" All the people, sights and events in my childhood hometown come to mind.

The luckiest thing when I was a child was shaking osmanthus. Osmanthus fragrans blooms for ten miles. At that time, I always pestered my mother and asked, "Mom, why don't you shake osmanthus?" Mother said, "It's still early. The flowers are too short to shake. " But when my mother saw the dark clouds in the sky, she knew that a typhoon was coming, so she quickly asked everyone to shake osmanthus in advance. Now I'm coke. Help the adults hold the osmanthus tree and shake it hard. Shake and shake, osmanthus flowers fall one after another, and our heads are covered with osmanthus flowers. I shouted, "Oh, it really looks like rain. What a good rain!" " "

When I was a child, the small wooden bridge leading to Chashan haunted me. I like to cross the bridge, and I am more willing to throw the collected wild flowers under the bridge and let the running water send them far away.

When I was a child, there was a beautiful scenery in my hometown, which was a stream that gurgled around the village all the year round. There are several weeping willows on both sides of the stream, and the long soft willow branches are fluttering in the wind, which is so beautiful and natural. There are two or three branches that are particularly long and hang on the water. When the waterfowl stands on its waist and sings, the running water also sings and makes a pleasant sound.

When I was in my hometown, I always wanted to go outside, but I really felt the beauty of my hometown when I was outside.

A beautiful song, a beautiful dance and a happy trip will remind me of an unforgettable memory with her.

She is my dance teacher. You can not only dance, but also sing and play the piano. At that time, the teacher often talked about going outdoors to practice dancing. Soon, the teacher turned this idea into reality. We walked on a small road in the country. There are bells and flowers on the roadside, and the breeze is blowing slowly, mixed with the smell of earth and flowers.

When we reached a cement road in the middle of the wheat field, the wheat grew on the only brown soil on the roadside, and it was crowded with paths in the wheat field.

We practiced on this path for a long time, but what impressed me most was what the teacher said to me after we returned to the dance class.

On the way back, we were all tired. Seeing this, the teacher told us with expectant eyes who would get home first and send a small red flower to whom. Suddenly, several students rushed to the front, and I said no coldly, and several other students echoed. The teacher just gave me a hard look and went back without looking back.

When we slowly arrived at the dance studio, the teacher severely criticized us, and then sent a small red flower to other students. At that time, I felt a sour feeling when I looked at those classmates with air. After school, the teacher deliberately left me alone and said not to let the teacher look at you with other people's eyes.

On the way home, I recalled what happened today, combined with what the teacher said. I secretly decided in my mind that I should only work hard for my future and not wait until I look back later to regret it.

One day, I came across a beautifully packaged box. Although it is covered with dust, the past scene is still vivid. ...

All children like Santa Claus, and Santa Claus has an irreplaceable position in children's hearts. We are familiar with this beautiful legend: on Christmas Eve, Santa Claus quietly puts the long-prepared gifts on the children's pillows. The next day, children will see the long-awaited magical gift. This beautiful legend has always warmed my heart. When I was a child, I was smart every December. Because dad says Santa's gifts will only be given to good children. It's finally Christmas, and I've been in a state of extreme excitement all day. Early the next morning, my cheers almost knocked down the house. I excitedly ran to my father and said, "Dad, Dad, I got a gift!" " Dad pretended to be surprised and said, "Really? Great. " "Actually, I haven't done well enough, but Santa really trusts me, so I will continue to work hard next year to let him know that this gift is not free." I said naively. This wonderful memory has always warmed my heart. As I grow up day by day, I gradually understand that Santa Claus is just a legend, a fictional character, and that legend is just a fairy tale. Every year, my father "impersonates" Santa Claus to give me presents. I also understand dad's intentions. In this society, we still need this kind of beautiful fairy tale, this kind of "beautiful lie", so that I can feel the love when I grow up and become a caring and kind person.

Christmas is coming. Although I know that Santa Claus does not exist, I still hope that Santa Claus can give me a sacred Christmas gift again on Christmas Eve. Looking at the spinning swan in the music box and listening to the wonderful dancing in the music box, I can't help thinking: I wonder what gift I will get this time? It is really exciting!

Christmas is coming, I hope everyone can have a happy time, and I hope all the children and friends can receive Christmas gifts from Santa Claus! Then, I wish you all a happy New Year!

I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. Naturally, my childhood, full of ups and downs and colorful childhood, was also spent there.

Bang-grandma's door was pushed open, so the little friends came. I immediately appeared beside them at a speed of 100 meters from the boring TV set.

What shall we play today? I asked with anticipation. Because they always come up with new tricks every time. Go climbing, climb a high and steep mountain. One of my friends said.

Oh! Well, let's eat something first. I told them to go to the second floor. You know, the second floor is grandma's storage room! Please help yourself and make yourself at home. As I ordered, everyone began to eat.

Ah! What is this? It is too sour. Wow! It is too spicy. Of course, because there is no light on the second floor, it is a little dark, so I have to help myself. So I eat something I shouldn't eat from time to time.

Let's go, climb the mountain and leave some for his family. I don't know who said what. So we set off.

Be careful, it's slippery. On the way to climb the mountain, we helped each other.

Finally, we climbed to the top of the mountain. However, by this time, we were sweating, panting, hungry and thirsty.

We walked up the mountain again, and suddenly all eyes were focused on one place-a piece of Gua Tian.

What are you waiting for? Eat it. I sent the number.

Thus, a record of stealing melons began. How delicious! How sweet! We praised it.

However, just when we were not even half full, an accident happened-the owner of the melon came.

Son of a bitch, how dare you steal my melon? The melon owner cried angrily. As soon as we saw that the situation was wrong, we immediately came up with a way-slip away.

We finally returned to the village, recalling what happened just now, and we all laughed.

I love my childhood, and I love my friends more!

I wonder if you still remember me, Teacher Peng. When I was young, I was the best painter in my class. You often take us to fish ponds to sketch. Until now, I remember the time when you took us to sketch. That day, there was an art class for you. Let's get the paper ready when you come in and say that you will take us to sketch. Our class was very excited. I jumped three feet.

When you are completely ready, you will take us to the road full of our footprints. I sat on the familiar grass, set up tools and began to draw.

I began to draw a small pavilion with the back facing up again. I drew the outline of the pavilion first, and then carefully drew the pillars straight. Then you came over and took a look at the pavilion I drew and said, "Overall, it looks good, but the hat is a little high."

This is happy for me. I got a thunder on my head. I immediately wiped off its "hat" and drew another one, but it didn't look very symmetrical. I drew another "hat" and it still didn't work. I drew it several times in a row, but it still doesn't look good. So, I simply stopped writing and started racking my brains. How can I draw its hat?

When I was at a loss about it, you came over and drew this "hat" for me. At that time, I thought you were a timely help, and I was very happy.

It is very pleasant to recall the past and think of your mentor. If we can meet, it is also a wonderful thing.

76 years later, I am about to enter junior high school, adolescence and childhood. I don't have that happy Children's Day anymore. When my study began to be tense, I began to recall that ridiculous past.

I remember that time, I just entered the third grade, and I just met my friends. I play with them. In order to make them happy, I caught a lot of earthworms to make them happy, which scared them and made them happy at the same time. This is our stupidity and naivety. I remember that winter, it snowed heavily and the campus was frozen. After class, we ran out like crazy. As a result, we just went out and were about to go downstairs. We fell with a plop. Originally, we only fell one person, but we all laughed. Looking back, what a naive laugh it was. And that Sunday, several of our partners made an appointment to go out to play together. That day, one of my partners borrowed two electric cars, and I asked one partner to take them with me. There are two companions, one is with them and the other is sitting. We laughed happily. At this time, there was a plop behind him, and another cry of' ah'. I looked back and found that they had fallen. I rushed over and saw that they were already scarred. But after a while, we looked at the scar. A small piece of meat fell off a buddy's little toe, and we laughed again. Later they went to dress the wound and felt much better.

On the way home, we were ashamed, but we still smiled. How happy I am! In retrospect, the ridiculous past turned into a beautiful memory.

I dug a small hole in the ground, sprinkled some millet on it, put a branch on the basket, and then built a wall around the basket, waiting for the birds to take the bait.

In a cold winter, an idea flashed through my mind. I'm going to catch a bird alone, so my family will think it's a surprise. Everything is ready. I moved to a small wooden stool and sat next to my carefully designed trap. I had a rope in my hand, and after a long time, there was no sign of a bird. I thought to myself: catching birds is a matter of patience. Come back this afternoon to see if there is any!

In the afternoon, the sun is mild. I went to the trap to see, ah, a group of birds are eating my millet! I'm careful. Hold your breath and pull hard, huh? Why can't you pull it? At this time, the bird seems to have sensed the danger around and flew away. I didn't give up, so I spilled the millet again. I also know why I couldn't pull it just now, because it was too tight.

This time, I kept staring at the trap, but somehow, because of the warm weather, I fell asleep early. When I woke up, it was already night, but the birds didn't see it. Xiaomi was much less, so I gave up.

When I was about to leave, I found a chicken with incomplete feathers and some bruises, so I took it home and raised it at home. Wait until it is ready, then let it fly away.

Ten days later, its feathers have healed and it can still fly into the blue sky. I can't bear to put it back into nature, hoping it can be reunited with my family.

Childhood is like a book, recording our growth; Childhood is like a painting, painting our beautiful memories; Childhood is like a flower, blooming in the sun.

I remember the first composition 9. Rosemary helps people remember, dear, please keep it in mind. -inscription

When people first face this world, they have almost no memory, and their nostalgia for this world is only painful debauchery, the fragrance of breast milk and the comfort of sleep. So carefree, lively and naive.

Slowly, as we grow up, our memories are also growing, adding a unique impression of the world, which is deeply imprinted in our hearts and lingering for a long time. The only things left are memories, pain, happiness and depression, all hidden in that little heart.

Fish's memory is only seven seconds, so his "fish" life is meaningless, only aimless swimming, all for survival, simple survival. Leave it to fate.

But we are different. There are memories before there are memories. This meeting is of great significance to us. Recalling those fleeting years, we can know who is worth loving, who is worth doing and who is worth waiting for. This is because there is a little green, so there is an unforgettable time.

Recalling that humiliating history, I can feel the greatness of China and the unyielding Chinese people, which filled my chest with blood and made me understand the true meaning of "Don't forget the national humiliation and revitalize China" and "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world".

Most of the things that can become memories are things other than happiness, but it is precisely because of this memory that we have the meaning of living and give up time.

I like this member, just like the freshness of spring and the satisfaction of autumn. We can't stop remembering, just like butterflies can't give up nectar, because in these pains and regrets, our life has a purpose.

Looking up at the sky, the dazzling sunshine is dazzling. I slowly opened my hands and tried to feel the warmth in the sunshine. I walked and watched. At this moment, I seemed to see me as a child, so stupid, following my mother. ...

When I was 5 years old, I squatted in front of my grandmother's house. I saw grandpa making the bed. I walked over slowly, patted my grandfather on the back and asked curiously, "Grandpa, are you taking the bed off?" Let me help you. "I said, while struggling to climb into bed, dancing, stepping out of a big hole in the bed. I immediately got under the bed and ran away. By the time grandpa realized it, I had already fled.

In the evening, grandpa came to my room angrily and said angrily, "Son, what did you do today?" I shook my head and immediately got into bed. In bed, I folded my hands and thought: God, as long as I get through this and don't get scolded by my grandfather, I will pray every day and bring you delicious food every day. I thought about it, but I heard the TV turn on. I poked my head out and looked around, and saw grandpa asleep on the sofa. Hee hee, here comes my chance to escape. I get dressed quickly. I opened the door carefully and turned to see if grandpa was awake. At this time, grandpa seemed to hear me open the door. He opened his eyes and his mouth was bent. Seeing that the situation was not good, I ran to grandma's room. I hurried into grandma's bed. Grandma is watching TV. She turned her head, touched my little head with her hand and said, "What's the matter, son? What are you doing in my room at night? " I said softly, "grandma, grandpa is coming after me." I want to hide here. "

Grandma lifted the quilt, went to the door and locked it. She smiled and said, "Now, your grandfather can't get in." I didn't sit up until I saw grandma lock the door. At this moment, I heard the sound of knocking at the door. It must be my grandfather. I looked at my grandmother and whispered, "Grandma, don't open the door, or I will die."

Grandpa knocked for a long time, but no one agreed, so he had to walk away helplessly.

Recall the first composition 1 1 Ding, Ding attends class. This is a new semester, and I am in junior high school.

I remember the days of military training a few weeks ago, and I still miss those days. It was my first military training. At that time, I felt that physical education class and Shuai Shuai were instructors and friendly classmates every day, and everyone was tired and happy.

At first, the students didn't know each other, and they didn't talk much after exercise every day. I feel that everyone is quite annoyed. Over time, everyone became one, including our instructor. Everyone is from unfamiliar to familiar, and then to cognition. Enhanced the feelings between us.

I remember the day after the military training, the instructor left. We all started crying. There is affection between people. Although the instructor was very strict, he taught us to grow up, and the days of military training are gone forever. But I will always keep it in mind!

The short military training life has taught me the spirit of hard-working soldiers, which is of great help to my junior high school study and life. There is still a big difference between junior high school and primary school. In primary school, there were few courses, namely Chinese, mathematics and English. So many courses. I feel very relaxed. In junior high school, wow, there are too many. It's a little stressful. I can't breathe. I keep telling myself that I am no longer a primary school student. I have grown up and I must study hard. Although the daily classes are very heavy, the new teachers and students are a little unaccustomed. However, whenever I think of the encouragement of the instructors during military training, I can make up my mind to face the new life and study. I want to refuel! !

12 childhood memories are as many as shells on a golden beach. My best memory is when I graduated from primary school.

I remember there are two weeks before the exam, and everyone is working hard there. Suddenly, our teacher Li came in and said that we were going to play the ancient poem Long Yin, and we all froze there.

Everyone is thinking that there are still two weeks before the exam. Shouldn't you study hard to prepare for the exam at the beginning of junior high school? The monitor suddenly stood up and said, teacher, we know you want us to relax our study. But now we have no time to play. But most of the students in the class were against the monitor, so the monitor had to compromise and agree to play with us.

The teacher said that the rule is this: from the first one, the first one can ask anyone questions about ancient poetry, and the other one must answer them. If he can't answer, he will be punished for saying four four-character idioms.

Here we go. First, it's Li Ming. Li Ming asked Li Ke to recite Ode to a Lime. As a result, Li Ke didn't recite the story for a long time. So everyone punished him for saying four idioms, and the result was quickly said. In this way, we had a class and unconsciously learned a lot of ancient poems and words.

After graduating from junior high school, the teacher gave each of us a notebook to keep as a souvenir. We opened our notebooks, and each notebook was written with different famous sayings. Miss Wang told us that this was written by Miss Li herself, and her hands were covered with blisters.

We all cried after hearing it. Here, I want to thank you, Miss Li. These two years as your students are my best memories.

Looking back on the spring of the first grade composition 13, it is the season when everything recovers.

Let's follow the footsteps of spring and find out.

With the continuous light rain, we came to the world of trees. Willow branches pulled out by green shoots swayed in the wind, as if welcoming us and starting to dance happily. The grass on the ground without soles turned green and there were raindrops on the leaves. Spring will be more vibrant in this light rain.

Another morning, after the baptism of wind and rain, the famous flower at home yesterday was just a bud, but today it is full of flowers and colors. Although no one cleaned up the unknown little wildflowers on the roadside, they were still so beautiful. The air is filled with the unique and elegant fragrance of small wild flowers. The cherry tree in the corner is also very beautiful. Small flowers cluster into a ball and turn into hazy pale pink under the rendering of dew. When the wind blows, the petals fall one after another, and the air is filled with the elegant atmosphere of cherry blossoms, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Unconsciously, I walked to the school gate and looked at the window that used to correspond to my class. There is an imperceptible smile on my lips. There is sadness, helplessness, joy and memories in this smile. I looked at the students entering and leaving the school gate, looked at their innocent smiles, and thought of myself and my classmates in those years. Those faces suddenly became strange and vague, but I found a trace of familiarity in them. Yes, the years have slipped away in this beautiful time.

I stood at the school gate, hoping to see if the teacher who taught me was still there and if the school had changed. It's still the same, but there are a few seedlings under the wall, which have just sprouted. I still remember that in the third grade, we were still planting trees in the corner. There is sadness in my eyes, and all this is a memory.

Spring has just begun, and our memories can only be buried in our hearts. After all, it's just the past, and we can't go back. Hope is beckoning to us, and we can only move forward without turning back.

I remember the composition 14 of Grade Two and Grade One, but I didn't forget the teacher of Grade One. Maybe my feelings are too deep. The weekend diary is about the senior one teacher, which reminds me of my senior one math teacher.

My math teacher, surnamed Lu, is a strict female teacher. Small glasses and big eyes. Long hair, tall and energetic. Big trench coat and bell bottoms show the queen's temperament and style.

But what I can't forget most is teacher Lu's eyes.

It can really be said: "There is no tiger in the mountain, and the monkey is king." I remember the first math class in senior one, and the teacher came into the classroom a little late. Some naughty students are eager to move, and some boldly run to the podium to imitate the teacher and shout, "Class!" " "Then there was a burst of laughter.

At this moment, the teacher suddenly walked into the classroom, and the noisy classroom suddenly became silent, and two students hurried off the platform. But I heard "stand up!" So they stood obediently in the corner. Teacher Lu walked up to them and stared at them with wide eyes. They seemed to see the blame in her eyes, so they bowed their heads and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I won't dare next time." Sure enough, I will be very serious in every class in the future. The math score in our class has always been one of the best in the grade.

Another time, I failed the exam. Sure enough, Teacher Lu invited me to tea. I walked into the office in fear and trembling. The teacher kept looking at me without saying anything. I lowered my head and occasionally looked up, bumping into Mr. Lu's eyes. Those eyes are like a bright moon and as clear and bright as a pool of clear water. I saw the concern and encouragement in her eyes, and I vowed to study math.

In a class after the mid-term exam in senior one, the teacher suddenly felt dizzy. We thought there was nothing serious, but we didn't expect the teacher to be admitted to the hospital. ...

Miss my teacher Lu ...

Recall the composition "Ah, it smells good!" written by the first day 15. When I passed the hotpot restaurant, the smell seemed to take you back to your happy childhood, reminding me of the barbecue in the yard before.

This afternoon, our friends in the yard got together to prepare for the barbecue in the evening. After everyone agrees, they begin to allocate who will bring oil, salt, vinegar, monosodium glutamate and so on. Who brings vegetables, sausages, etc. I brought some flammable materials and lighters.

The long dinner is finally over. It's getting dark. Go downstairs and meet on time. Everyone is almost here. We came to the backyard and set up a shelf with the firewood I brought, with newspapers stuffed under it. Then, we washed our hands and strung cabbages, potatoes, sausages and so on with bamboo sticks. After the fire rose, everyone baked a bunch and waited for a delicious dinner.

In winter, you can brush some oil while baking to keep warm. After a while, Zeng Yanting said, "Oh, my mouth is watering. I will eat this ham sausage first! " Say that finish, she suddenly went in: "Well, it tastes good!" "The boss Chen Ke said," hum, mine is not ripe yet. Maybe mine is more delicious than yours. "

As he spoke, his bamboo "snapped" and the food fell on the kang. Chen Ke paused, swallowed again, and had to bake it again. And mine is ripe, and the bamboo is not broken. I was secretly happy for a long time. As a result, I picked it up and found it was burnt. "My God!" The partners also laughed for a while.

After many failures, we tasted many delicious foods. Besides, we held hands and danced around the fire. The fire is reflected on our happy faces, shining in our sparkling eyes, which are full of joy.

Now everyone has no time to barbecue for their own study. I don't know when our fragrance will be fragrant. ...