Extract 600 words from American English (junior high school)

I am an expert in selling newspapers ... "This song once spread all over the country and reached my mother's ears. What makes me complain is that my mother asked me to sell mineral water in order to cultivate my interpersonal skills. My communication skills have always been insufficient, and this time I really hit the nail on the head. [small x mountain s house-for z text w net]

With "Mother's Adult" personally supervising the array, I had to bite the bullet and set off. I came to a community first. At this time, after dinner, many people in the community activity center are exercising, and many children are running and playing around. I looked at others, embarrassed first, and didn't know how to talk to them. After a few minutes of psychological struggle, "courage" finally defeated "face", and I gritted my teeth.

A kind old man walked in front of me. I went up and said, "Grandpa, are you thirsty?" Buy a bottle of mineral water! "It's a pity that I got off to a bad start, and grandpa refused. It's really frustrating! I looked at my mother. Her eyes are so firm that it seems to cheer me up. After a failure, how should I "back down"? [small x mountain s house-for z text w net]

"Aunt, buy a bottle of mineral water!"

"Elder sister, buy a bottle of mineral water!"

"Uncle, buy a bottle of mineral water!"

With the first time, I was not afraid of embarrassment and began to "bomb indiscriminately" without goals. They don't know me anyway!

But courage alone is not enough. I hardly missed any passers-by, but they didn't say "not thirsty", that is, "home is near, isn't it a waste of a dollar?" I'm embarrassed to ask myself. I came to my mother in dismay. My mother summed up the reasons for my failure and pointed out to me: "You are too passive in selling mineral water. You blindly sell it to every pedestrian, regardless of whether the other person needs it. Of course, you will hit a wall. " In addition, selling mineral water should be polite. Say hello when you see each other. Even if the other person doesn't buy it, you have to say' thank you', understand? ""oh! "After listening to my mother's teaching, I seem to understand the truth and start to move confidently to a new position.

My second front is the West Bridge. I heard that there are many people enjoying the moon there. I went there hopefully, looking for my next goal. I saw an old woman with a fan in her hand and several big pearls on her head-Khan. I was ecstatic and ran over to say, "Hello, Grandma, you are sweating so much on your head. It must be very hot!" " The water has frozen. Do you want to buy a bottle of wine? "I said too sweet, I want to drink mud. Grandma smiled and asked me, "You are a salesman. How much is a bottle of mineral water? " I thought about it and said, "How much do you think a bottle is appropriate?" Grandma said, "I didn't sell it, but you have to say it!" """One yuan and fifty cents!" Grandma was really generous and immediately paid for it.

Although I never sold the second bottle after that, I earned at least fifty cents! More importantly, in the process of selling water, I learned how to better communicate with people and how to be accepted and recognized. Although I met too many obstacles in practice, my mother told me, "You have grown up!" " "When I saw my mother say this, I had the most satisfied smile on my face.

Father and mother

It seems that since childhood, most of the compositions involving family ties are about mothers, their gentleness, kindness and love. We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father.

A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions. When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under.

Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her deep love for her father.

Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss. This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me.

At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible. Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately.

Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do.

Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated and loved money as much as I did at that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

Once my father told me happily that he won a small prize, with a bonus of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... I suddenly feel that my father in front of me is strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, quit smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I think my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy in his unconscious.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

Father who is washing his face says his lips hurt. Maybe it's because the internal fire is too heavy. I saw his lips split and blood was oozing from them. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me paint it for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, there was pigment deposition in his skin, and his eyes were full of wrinkles. I always thought I was the father of the "afterlife", but I was really old, so suddenly, I was caught off guard. Thinking about these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable, demanding of him and never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and I have a dull pain. I can't say why.

When I was going out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to apply some if my lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed it into my schoolbag, saying that I had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, and I dare not look back, for fear that something suddenly wet on my face will be seen by my father.

On that day, I got a large amount of manuscript fee, plus a scholarship from the school, so I extravagant and went to a restaurant with my father. While drinking, father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house for his old age, preferably a high-rise building-he wants that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor-to-ceiling curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and ... ...

My father said something cheerfully. I cried in the dressing room on the pretext of getting some air. I can't say why, but maybe it's just out of pity. I pity my father and myself. Father said he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

Writing here, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's indifference and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiao Qiao's father just came back with Xiao Qiao's tomb sweeping. He must pray silently in front of the grave, and Xiao Qiao's mother can bless Xiao Qiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He just bought a small disc and is busy washing and cutting it in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, when I heard the gas turned on at home, the air smelled of happiness, even though I didn't have much money.

Junior high school life experience

Three years of junior high school life is coming to an end. Today, when I sat in the examination room and began to write this composition, the scenes of the past three years came back to my eyes, so close to me, as if it were yesterday.

Just entering school, I can't adapt to the study life in middle school for a while, I can't lift my spirits in class, and I often read novels secretly. These are all seen by the class teacher. I remember that time when the head teacher came to class, I couldn't help but take out my novel, but I just heard the teacher call my name when I opened it. I didn't know what to do at the moment, so I stood up in a panic. Unexpectedly, the novel in the drawer fell to the ground with a bang. I subconsciously lowered my head, ready to be criticized by the teacher. I think the teacher must have been angry. But the teacher didn't criticize me on the spot, but motioned me to sit down. After class, the teacher took me to the office. He carefully taught me how to adapt to the study life in middle school and recommended several good books for me to read after class. This may be a trivial matter for some students, but I keep it in mind that my academic performance has soared. In the past three years, with the constant education and help of teachers, I have overcome difficulties, studied hard and achieved excellent results. Now I am sitting in the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination, and I am grateful for the teacher's teaching.

Three years of junior high school life is unforgettable, and I still remember my first speech under the national flag. It was our class's turn to raise the national flag that day. The teacher asked me to write a speech praising the new achievements in the construction of the motherland in advance and prepare to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony. I was both excited and nervous after accepting the task. How proud I am to speak to all my classmates under the national flag! But I'm afraid I can't write well or speak well, which will bring shame to the class. "Cherish the opportunity of this exercise!" The teacher has been encouraging me. So, on Sunday, I read a lot of information, carefully conceived and wrote a speech of more than 800 words. After being revised by the teacher, at home, I closed the room door and tried to speak 10 many times. Naturally, I have a plan in mind. However, when I arrived at the scene that day and saw so many pairs of eyes staring at me, I was a little flustered, with a cold sweat on my forehead and a trembling voice. It was the teacher who gave me a look full of trust and encouragement under the stage, which made me summon up courage, stick to my speech and stand the test.

Time flies, and three years of junior high school life will come to an end unconsciously. "Wave, it's hard to say goodbye!" Although we have walked out of junior high school, the relationship between teachers and students is unforgettable, and the colorful junior high school life will remain in my heart forever.

People I admire

In this colorful world, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but the person I admire most is my second-grade Chinese teacher, Miss Chen.

Teacher Chen is about fifty years old, of medium build and dark skin. More than 30 years of teaching career has already made him full of silver, and a pair of kind eyes always look at others kindly, which is so kind and respectable.

I remember when I was in the second grade, I continued to write after learning about foxes and crows. Teacher Chen thought my writing was not bad, so she decided to let my article participate in the National Youth Simple and Wonderful Composition Competition. Teacher Chen took my composition and revised it repeatedly. In order to get good grades, once, Mr. Chen corrected my composition and went to bed at 12 in the evening. Later, the manuscript was sent out and the results were published soon. My composition won the second prize of the National Youth Simple and Wonderful Composition Cup, and I also presented two reference books! I am so happy that my heart is sweeter than eating honey It was this experience that made me taste the joy of success. From then on, I fell in love with writing.

Teacher Chen's love for me is like a small spring rain, which moistens my healthy growth all the time. He not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us how to be a man. Call him great! He didn't do anything earth-shattering; Call him ordinary! He gave us his youth and love. At this moment, I silently thought: Although Mr. Chen is not as famous as Liu Xiang and Nobel, he will always be my most admired person and teacher.

unite

Dear Mom and Dad: Hello! I have heard a song, and the lyrics are as follows: Thank the bright moon for lighting up the night sky, thank the morning glow for supporting the dawn, thank the spring for melting ice and snow, and thank the earth for nurturing life. ..... Gratitude is everywhere, and what I feel most is the love of my parents. Mom and dad, you care about me in every way. I really don't know how to repay your kindness. Thank you for bringing me into this wonderful world and teaching me to walk and talk. Your encouraging words lit the candle in my heart; Your teaching illuminates my way of thinking and learning. Your concern and support for me is not only manifested in some major events, but also in every little thing around me, which reveals your deep love for me. I remember when I was in college, I was selected to participate in a children's fashion show, and the teacher asked me to ride a bike to perform a model show. I couldn't ride a two-wheeled bike at that time, but when I told you about it, you were so happy that you bought me a beautiful little bike without hesitation. On weekends, my father taught me to ride a bike hand in hand, and my mother looked at our father and son with towels and boiling water. What a warm picture this is! However, the road to learning to drive cannot be smooth sailing. Because I just learned to ride a bike, my center of gravity is still unstable. I fell off my bike many times and I was black and blue. The idea of giving up flashed through my mind many times. At this moment, my father stood in front of me and said, "Are you going to give up? This can't be done. You left so many scars, but in the end you accomplished nothing. Didn't you endure the pain for nothing? Come, stand up! " From that moment on, I believe that words can move people. After a few days, I can finally ride a bike well. But when I got on stage, I found that the rear wheel of my bike was flat. I am afraid of making mistakes and being laughed at. I refuse to go on stage. You told me that I can't affect everyone's performance for personal reasons, and the car can still ride. You also taught me how to deal with problems flexibly and encouraged me to ride my bike bravely on stage. Although I rode hard, I tried my best to perform well. Everyone's performance was wonderful that day. At the curtain call, I heard a burst of warm applause and saw you clapping hard under the stage. This is the applause of love and the strength of family. There are many such things. Mom and Dad, you have given me infinite love, and I will repay you with infinite love. One day, no, every day, I will make you happy! I wish mom and dad good health.