Excellent composition in junior high school

In daily study, work and life, everyone writes a composition, which people use to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my excellent composition in junior high school for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Speaking of autobiography, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about it.

After all, I am a cheerful and lively person, but I am always quiet in front of my family (I think I am very lively). Maybe I'm not as lively as my sister. Speaking of my sister, she is actually a half-brother. Grandma said my birth was a disaster.

That year, my father was only 19 years old and was pregnant with me. When I was 2 years old, they divorced, and as I got older, things got worse and worse. Unexpectedly, they divorced when I was six years old on Children's Day. They don't know that on Children's Day that year, I was alone in everything. I was so anxious that I couldn't find a room to change clothes and cried for it. Although I also performed, no one said to me, "Daughter, you are great."

Later, now, my sister just appeared out of thin air, and I can't help feeling a little disgusted with that exclusive love. After all, she is a few months older than me, but a little stronger. But we never had a problem. She's ... straightforward and likable. What about me? This is the exact opposite of her.

Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. Let's introduce my recent situation first.

Now I'm looking forward to starting school. Because it's really boring at home. Why do you say that? Someone must object: how nice it is to be at home, how relaxed it is without the shackles of teachers and parents nagging. I don't think so. After all, I want to meet my lovely little classmate. In the final analysis, it's just that my sense of existence is so low that no one wants to play with me at all. Every time the topic is me, otherwise it is dead silence. My existence is just air.

Well, to me, I'm just a blank sheet of paper. There is nothing to say (am I digressing? )

I have seen those eyes many times in my dream. At first glance, those eyes are so smart; So cute; So lively. People always feel like a crystal clear lake and a bright moon when they see it. But gradually, those eyes are no longer so clear and bright, and become gloomy and turbid, full of tears, as if they have experienced something important. I tried to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, but when I reached out, my eyes hid. The more I reach out, the more they hide. Slowly, "she" is getting farther and farther away from me. I was distressed and woke up with nothing.

Yes, those are the eyes of nature. Once, I went to climb a mountain and saw a lush tree full of garbage-peel scraps. Yes, they are the culprit that makes my eyes cloudy. I was heartbroken and thought, "Who did this to her?" It's you, it's you, as if a voice told me. Of course I know what this means. It's really me It's us "hypocrites" who clamor for protecting the environment all day. However, what can I do if I realize it? Can I still brighten those eyes myself? Become clear? However, all I can do is not to litter myself. I haven't seen those eyes since. Perhaps, they are just an episode that tempered my growth and my adolescence, but I will always remember them in my heart. Of course, protecting the environment is a good thing, but isn't the premise of protecting the environment not to destroy the environment? However, who did it?

Finally, I gave the students a sentence, "It is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment"! You may say, what is there to give? However, I hope you have read my article. It's time to reconsider/face up to this sentence.

My grades are not ideal. In the eyes of teachers and classmates, I am a poor student.

In class, teachers always deliberately avoid asking me to answer questions, especially in public classes, just like air. But as long as there is a little trouble in the class, the first suspect is poor students, so I am naturally among the first choices. I really wanted to cry at that time. Obviously it's not my fault, but the teacher puts all the blame on me.

On that day, I really wanted my classmates with good grades to be my study partners. Unexpectedly, he looked at me disdainfully: "You, but I can't teach well. Can you help me improve my grades?" Hearing this, the people around you burst into laughter. I blushed instinctively and wanted to dig a hole to get in. I bit my lip and rushed out from among them. Unexpectedly, I accidentally knocked down the table next to me, and the corner of the table was just stuck on a boy playing on the ground.

Things suddenly got out of control. The boy sat in the office with tears in his eyes, and I was bathed in the saliva of the class teacher. I want to defend myself, but the head teacher is full of: if you don't study hard, even if you fail every exam, you are still so careless, bullying your classmates, being good and not studying hard. My head hung down deeply and my eyes were blurred. I don't know how I got back to the classroom. I only remember that when I left, the class teacher kindly comforted the boy.

I am a poor student, my grades are really poor, but my personality is not bad. Why should I deny everything because of my grades? I am a poor student, and I have dignity. I must study hard and make everyone look at me with new eyes.

Growing up is a familiar but distant word, and everyone needs to experience it. Don't want to grow up, this sentence is easy to spit out from the mouths of more than n boys and girls; The more I grow up, the more lonely I am, and I don't know how to explain it.

Time slipped away from us and never came back. I really hope I am still that delicate little girl who is curious about everything and knows nothing. In that way, the pressure of study will not be so breathless, and troubles will not take advantage of it anytime and anywhere.

I miss the time I spent in Yuyao, Zhejiang, and I only laughed without worrying. Only boys and girls help each other, and now there is no such embarrassment between men and women. Why can't there be the purest friendship between boys and girls? I always try to create, but I'm all black and blue.

Grow up, who can stop it?

How I wish I could be as carefree and happy as other students, even if my grades drop, I am still not surprised or flustered; Even if the exam is unexpected, it's nothing. I am like a heavy-duty mountaineer, obviously bitter and tired, but I still persevere and dare not stop, because I must be the first person to climb the peak and take down the dazzling red flag.

If you want to run, you must run as fast as possible.

If you want to fly, you must fly the highest.

When you grow up, everyone has to accept this fact. It's no use escaping. It can only be a fairy tale to stop or turn back time. Facing it bravely is the wisest choice.

Don't regret what you have done. No one holds a knife rest around your neck to force you to do it, and there is no regret medicine in the world. Childhood, only once, we should cherish every minute, everyone and everything. When I am old, when I think back to my childhood, there are only tears of excitement and pride in my eyes.

Grow up, we grow up together.

When I received the exam results, my mood plummeted and my score was much worse than I expected. I thought to myself: Oh, it's over! I will be scolded by my father again. When I got home, I reported my dad's grades, and my dad immediately pulled his face down. I was severely reprimanded. At that time, my mind was blank and I thought, oh, it's over. Dad hurriedly took a ruler, pointed at me and said, "Give me your hand." I stretched out a dexterous hand.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. A few times, my hands were numb. I want to cry, but I have to endure it, because the old saying goes, "Men don't cry lightly." However, I didn't do well this time. I only got 8 1.5 in Chinese, 82 in math and 76 in English. So I'll analyze the reasons. Why didn't I do well in the exam?

Chinese is mainly deducted from reading comprehension and composition, so I want to read more books and do more reading questions. Reading more books and adding good words are of great help to writing.

Mathematics is mainly not serious, and I have not settled down to look at the problem. There are also some calculations that have been deducted a lot of points because of carelessness, and there is still a question that has been missed because of carelessness. Therefore, I should carefully examine the questions, calm down and check them carefully.

English is less reading, so many points are deducted, and some words cannot be formed, so many points are deducted. It is said that we should practice listening more and increase the number of words, so that we can do well in the exam.

Next semester, I will definitely surpass myself, study hard, and conscientiously complete every assignment given to me by my teacher. Come on!

I don't know how to interpret "love": because it often beats a different pulse in simple life …

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Perhaps, at home, your father's grateful eyes and your mother's caring reminder, and the sunshine full of love will fill your heart and make you feel something.

Father's love is as deep as the sea.

As long as I can remember, my father is a man who doesn't like words. Father's face is always full of sadness, which makes people inaccessible.

Sensible, I always want to wipe away the wrinkles on my father's forehead and win his gratified smile. So, I began to study hard ... when the results came out, I was holding a report card and a gold certificate that all my classmates envied. On the way home, birds are singing in the branches, and the roses on the roadside are particularly delicate and charming against the green leaves. The sun shines on the earth, and everything seems to be full of vitality and hope ...

When I got home, I immediately gave my report card and certificate to my father. After he took it, he looked at it carefully and held it tightly with both hands for fear that it would fly away. My father finally showed a satisfied smile, and I smiled heartily.

I understand the deep fatherly love, fatherly love-illuminating my future path.

Tender maternal love

My mother was the first person to teach me to speak; My mother was the first person to teach me to write; My mother was the first person to teach me to draw butterflies; Mother was the first. ...

Ignorant, I once asked my mother a question: Why are you always the first? Mother smiled and said, "Because I am your mother!" " Yes, from the second we came to this world, my mother has been thinking about us, afraid that we will not have enough to eat and wear. At every step of our growth, mother is always the first to applaud and cheer for us behind our backs.

I read the tender maternal love, maternal love-lit up my life and made me braver.

Love is in a simple life. As long as we savor it carefully, we will certainly feel its warmth.

If I were a bird, I would fly freely in the blue sky again. If I were a bird, I would give the most beautiful songs to everyone in the world who is happy because of life. If I am really a bird, then I will spread my true love to the whole world.

I am a bird, because I am meaningless. I am a bird, because I am kind. I sat on the roof and didn't want to look up. I look up at the birds in freedom, at my world and freedom, but I can only face the dark sky and say to myself: I will be strong. I looked up countless times. God is unfair. I must be a carefree bird in the next life. I envy it.

Their freedom, envy they can eat coquettish, this year I 13 years old, I have

Jing is a junior high school student, but I am ashamed to think of birds for many people. I've thought a lot. I regret what I did naively. Looking at the birds, I can almost think about my future. I am under a lot of pressure. I have to study every day. However, birds don't need to play all day. They have the love of their father and the care of their mother. However, I had maternal love when I was young.

I look at the sea and seagulls, how I want to sing with the hoarse throat of birds, sing my helplessness and sing my understood psychology. Here, I want to thank the birds, you, for giving me new hope. You have taught me courage, and you have given me the passion to work hard.

This bird is my favorite. I tried a lot to catch them, but now I regret it. That day, I looked out the window and let them go. They have returned to their homes and the blue sky. This is also me, facing the reality and seeing everything clearly.

Bird, I am grateful to you, so I hope I am a bird, flying freely in the blue sky forever, free from anyone's beam and doing what I like.

I shed tears, turned into clear water, painted and flowed in the stream, quiet inside.

On Christmas Eve, I thought a lot. The most important thing is that I suddenly thought of your experience with us. On such a beautiful night, I met you, and you smiled and made me crazy. Is it my illusion or your nature to be so kind and naive? You have given me happiness that I have never had before, and you have given me a wild imagination. I work hard. When I woke up, all my hopes were gone. Unexpectedly, the dream really woke up. When I held the last hope and tried to save all this, I found that all this had not changed, but I had a nightmare because I was too happy in the environment. Time is like a flying meteor, and I came to the next day in a blink of an eye. All this is not more terrible than the sea in my dream. You lost your gentleness and kindness, lost your direction and lost your goal. I just want to hold you and let him lose the rest, and keep as much as he can, but God forbid. I not only lost everything, but also failed to catch the last of you. Finally, I lost my mind and vowed to make achievements in front of you, but failed. I lost everything and started over, okay? I hesitated for a long time and finally made the choice of starting over. I have a new goal and a new look. I'm not in the mood to see you, because I know that only by making achievements can you see your qualifications. The final and mid-term exams are not bad. You and I have become complete strangers. I don't have any feelings for you, so I know that every bit of the past is hypocritical! It's just that I always cling to the past myself.

After school in the evening, I strolled home slowly, looking at the stars and the moon, remembering the hypocrisy before, and could not help but shed sad tears, but I didn't make a sound, because I almost forgot to twitch and was intoxicated by the calm and charming moonlight.

The starlight is a little bit, the moonlight is faint, the sky, the clouds, the mountains and rivers, and my tears are integrated into one, becoming a gorgeous scenery that passes through every heart.

The excellent compositions of 9 books in junior high school tell stories, and people are reflected in the stories.

Water Margin is one of the four classical novels, and many people have read it. There are many stories in the book, and the protagonists of the stories are them-108 heroes. Everyone has a general hero of 108, and I like the three female generals in Liangshan best. Hu Sanniang, known as "Zhang", ranks 59th in Liangshan and is one of the three female generals in Liangshan. Of the three female generals in Liangshan, Hu Sanniang has the highest martial arts and is beautiful. After his death, he was named the lady of Huayang County.

Although she is a daughter, she is nothing compared with men. Hu Jiazhuang and Zhujiazhuang are the two overlords of Longgang. When Liangshan troops attacked Zhujiazhuang, Hu Sanniang captured Wang Ying alive and defeated Ou Peng and Marin in succession. Hu led troops to attack Liangshan, and Hu Sanniang once grabbed her lieutenant Peng Qi with a cotton lasso. He also fought with Hu for several rounds, and his martial arts won Hu's appreciation. Every story of her heroic killing of the enemy embodies her extraordinary martial arts, extraordinary courage and image of not losing a man.

As a woman, she is not only brave and good at fighting, but also beautiful. The original "Water Margin" said: "Jade snow skin, hibiscus appearance, there is a natural standard; Natural and beautiful begonia flowers, a Zhang Qing takes the lead. " Hu Sanniang is a rare beauty in history and has always been criticized.

She is a beautiful girl, but she doesn't want to live a young lady's life, but she has to take up arms and fight the enemy. This persistence and courage have also become the reason why I like Hu Sanniang.

Hu Sanniang ended badly and finally died in Jiangnan. I met the demon king Zheng. Zheng's gold-plated copper brick hit another door, and the horse died. We say it's not worth dying for. In the end, she left this world with a beautiful image accustomed to fighting. But I think her persistence, her courage and her spirit are the immortality that really stays in our hearts.

Martial arts and beauty make up Hu Sanniang, and Hu Sanniang makes up stories.

Excellent composition in junior high school 10 "As long as everyone gives a love, the world will become a beautiful world ..." Whenever I sing this song, I can't help but think of the scene when I was playing in the zoo: I just turned six years old that year, and my parents took me to see monkeys, tigers and lions ... which dazzled me. On my way to see the peacock, we bought a pack of biscuits to continue. At this time, a man in high heels came across from me, just like many young people ... it was so beautiful. She was holding 100 yuan in her hand. I thought she was going to donate it to those disabled people. Unexpectedly, she spit gum in the hair of those disabled people and said softly, "What a suck! Really dirty! " Say that finish, then swaggering away.

However, no one paid attention to them, no ... When I gave one yuan in my hand to those disabled people, a big sister with a scarf stopped me. She gave them money one by one. I vaguely saw several scars on the face of the big sister who was wearing a scarf. I tried to stop her, but I didn't have the courage. Finally, the big sister left.

After I came back, I kept thinking, why does that beautiful elder sister, who has so much money, not donate it to those disabled people? Even if it is a dime or a penny, she has to have this heart; The big sister with a scarf knows how to help others, although she has a wound on her face. She is the most beautiful person in her heart. As the saying goes, "the beauty of a bird lies in her feathers, and the beauty of a person lies in her heart." Isn't it? Now, let's be a beautiful person!

Excellent composition in junior high school 1 1 The sky is clear, there is no noise, only a few white clouds, which outline a chic outline. The sky is clean and pure, like snow lotus on ice and snow, and like a silver belt flying in the air, white and thorough, which makes people fondle it.

Gradually, in the open field, a few faint white clouds are like a layer of golden roses in the garden day, fluttering and carefree. As soon as the sun comes out, I will look at the cotton fields in the country. Cotton is neatly arranged in rows and squares. Because of the golden sunshine, I shed layers of brilliance. Young leaves penetrate sunlight, reflecting a beam of sunlight, stinging eyes; Vaguely, cotton is spinning, and the silky roots are milky white, without any flaws or any noise, but they are perfect and natural.

Walking on the road in the country is very quiet, only? In the footsteps, one or two green frogs popped out from time to time, drumming their cheeks. When I went to see it, it skipped away.

Rice can be described as carefree in the field, it grows luxuriantly in the field, and the grain hangs its head to accept the' rain and dew' of the sun. At this time, a straw hat came into view, and farmers dressed in homespun clothes sweated like rain in the hot sun, dripping on the dry land, nourishing a piece. In this quiet country, there is only the monotonous sound of hoes weeding; But in my mind, it is not so monotonous, but there are all kinds of beautiful villages; Occasionally, a bird passes by, whispering among the trees, sketching a beautiful forest, and then there are rolling mountains in the distance, just like the rolling waves on the sea.

Seeing this beautiful scene, I can't help shouting from my heart: "Ah, beautiful countryside, ah, beautiful nature."

My memories spread along the candlelight on the cake, shining like the one my grandmother gave me four years ago.

Another year of Qingming, accompanied by my birthday. It was my grandmother's last birthday four years ago. At that time, my grandmother in my eyes was a very thrifty person. When I was a child, the days when there were no toys and snacks were always full of thoughts, and I could come at the drop of a hat. But on that birthday, I got a small cake, which was not decorated by my favorite animals and became my favorite birthday present.

In my childhood memory, there are not many colorful colors, such as orange of red brick, black of old crayon wet, yellow of wooden table and gray of ancient prose, which are woven into my childhood life. I didn't have a birthday in primary school, and of course I didn't have any birthday gifts. I can be happy for a long time with a few blessings from my childhood friends at most. Another afternoon, sunny, over the shackles of the window, fell on my face, making people feel tired, but at that time I was sitting at the wooden table reciting obscure ancient prose to my grandmother.

Over time, I am now free from the shackles of ancient Chinese, happy and relaxed, and my birthday has become something worth looking forward to. But that sunny afternoon, the box of small cakes with fluorescent candlelight that my grandmother gave me became the most vivid memory of my childhood. Grandma carried the shiny little red box, leaving her left hand away from her body step by step, as if it contained a fragile glass doll. I quickly took the cake, and suddenly I saw sitting by the bed watching me smile, but my right hand kept beating my grandmother on the joint above my left hand. This scene made my eyes wet by the sun. Grandma's rough but warm palm patted me on the head, making me realize that today is my birthday.

Memory is a sudden dream of "green spring waves under the sad bridge, which used to be a stunning photo", and a silent memory of "all Qian Fan is empty and twilight is full of water". May you spend my birthday with me this year.

13, an excellent composition in junior high school, has left us before we have time to savor the process of military training. Although it was only six days, it brought me a lot of insights.

I still remember the disappointment before going to military training, the worry when I set foot on the military training trip, the unwillingness when I was surpassed, and the shouts of joy when I got the certificate. ...

The story under the scorching sun is far from as beautiful as imagined. Wet and dry clothes, chapped lips, tanned skin, painful joints ... From the freshness of entering the military camp at first, to gradually feeling tired, instinctively starting to resist, and finally this affectionate attachment, military training has taught us a lot.

Life will experience bitterness, sweetness and sourness, and it is an eternal truth to be bitter first and then sweet. Military training is a nuanced life experience, which gives us an intuitive understanding of what team spirit is. Whether we March in neat steps together or participate in the fierce tug-of-war competition together, we all think and work hard in one place until we win the final victory. Military training makes us firmly remember that "blood and sweat do not shed tears, and flesh does not fall off."

The police training of the team. In the hot summer, under the scorching sun, fatigue is pressing, but no one gives up. Everyone is practicing hard in order to perform well in the military parade, win glory for the group and add color to the class!

Of course, military training brings more than that. It also taught us a lot of things that we can't learn in class.

When staying in bed early in the morning, the instructions given by military training are to strictly observe the time; When eating is wasted, military training gives us instructions to cherish food; When we are tired and sleepy, military training gives us instructions to stick to it. Military training tells us a lot about being a man! This is the most important thing for us.

As a poet said:

Military training not only makes people suffer like suffering, but also makes people regret it;

Different from games, military training only leaves people happy and unforgettable;

Military training is like a fire, igniting the light in our hearts and guiding us to a new life.

Excellent composition in junior high school 14 wet sea breeze blows on the face, gentle as silk. But only when I enjoy it for a long time will I feel sad and cold. The invisible sword in the wind is deeply rooted in my heart. When it caresses my throat mercilessly, it makes me miserable.

Sad cemetery, fierce sea, the distance like a long river of history can never be crossed, but I can clearly see the wind blowing from the cemetery and the sea, like two huge meteorites colliding. Suddenly, another starting point of life came. ...

The sky is getting dark, the nervous heart condenses the air, the earth stops running, and an unprecedented war is about to begin. The soldiers were shaking with torches, and both sides were beating gongs and drums, and the roar came and went. The strong wind woke me up and opened my hazy eyes. Liu Bang's shadow is clearly visible. The autumn wind swept away the leaves, and he was invincible on the battlefield. The horse's mane swung freely in the wind, as if roaring. After several days of heroic fighting, Liu Bang won. When a hero defeats another hero, he sings "Song of the Big Wind", "The wind rises in the clouds, Vega returns to her hometown in the sea, and brave soldiers stay in all directions?" Have lofty aspirations and noble sentiments to commemorate those brave soldiers who died for their country.

Time goes by mercilessly, but the wind remains the same. The autumn wind is bleak, blown away by the tree, blowing away the youth of the tree, the age of the tree, the leaves can't bear to wither, and trying to maintain the final dignity. The throne is frozen, and all the leaves will pass through the world of mortals and turn into spring mud to protect flowers.

People know that after Li Bai "braved the wind and waves sometimes", Liangzhu civilization was mysteriously unearthed. Five thousand years ago, the last queen of Liangzhu, who was nailed to a wooden frame, was about to die because of her "heinous crime". The wind cut her throat and blood gushed out like the water of the Yangtze River. With the help of kamikaze, the queen's soul was attached to the jade ring.

The wind is ruthless and inextricably linked. It is a cold-blooded sword, but as long as you have the heart, you will definitely see that it is just a "double-edged sword" ...

Being a boy or a girl has its own advantages, which is really a bit difficult. Take a look at this article "It's good to be a girl".

It's good to be a girl! Whenever the teacher asks us to do something, she will call us girls, because we are serious and careful, and we are the apple of our parents' eye. ...

We can cry and laugh with our friends, and others won't laugh at us, but if boys cry, someone will say, "Men don't cry lightly!" " "

There are many celebrities among our female compatriots: Wu Zetian, the only female emperor in ancient times; Ye Xin who died to save people; Helen, a blind writer; And Madame Curie, who won the Nobel Prize ... which one is not our female compatriot?

We are also parents' "little cotton-padded jackets". Whenever my father is tired from work, I will beat his back, but boys will not be so careful. Whenever my mother is sad, I will tell her jokes, but boys are not necessarily!

In music class, we often hear our girls' sweet voices and beautiful expressions, while boys sing high and low for a while and can't sing well. So, at this time, I will feel very proud.

We girls are quick talkers, too. Whenever we have a debate, we girls can always use our wisdom and eloquence to make boys speechless.

Of course, boys also have their advantages. Besides the above advantages, we girls have other characteristics, such as generosity, flexibility and long hair … too many!

In fact, boys and girls are all the same, and they all have their own advantages. If we look at each other with appreciation, we will find that they are not worse than you. However, I still think it's good to be a girl!