500 words in the second day of junior high school.

Everyone has the experience of writing a composition in study, work and even life, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is 500 words of notebook composition of Grade Two I compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

In my life, many things happened, some made me sad, some made me happy, and some made me regret, but that time, I was deeply moved.

Early that morning, I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go to school. My mother stopped me loudly and ran over with an umbrella in a hurry, chanting: "Last night, the weather forecast said it would rain today. Please take an umbrella to avoid getting wet." I looked up at the sky, and it was sunny. I said impatiently, "What umbrella do you bring? The book is so heavy and the sun is so big, why is it raining? " Mother tried to stuff an umbrella into my schoolbag. I grabbed my umbrella angrily, fell to the ground and ran out without looking back.

How time flies! School will be over soon. Just now, it was sunny, and suddenly, there was a thunderstorm and my face changed. I'm still worried about rain when my companion is picked up by relatives. I regret throwing away my umbrella and am still angry with my mother. Seeing that I was the only one left, I was about to rush home, but I saw a familiar figure coming from a distance-my mother.

I was embarrassed to take an umbrella and struggled for a long time, but I still got up the courage to apologize to my mother. My mother touched my head and smiled: "son, how can my mother blame you?" It is too late for mom to love you! " This sentence deeply touched me, yes! My mother is the only one who gives selflessly for me and asks for nothing in return. My heart stung, remembering that I lost my temper with my mother in the morning, and her mother never took it to heart. I shed tears unconsciously.

Mom, you are an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain and giving me endless touch.

On New Year's Eve, before six o'clock, gunfire broke out outside the house, which was deafening. I can't help looking out of the window. The yard is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and many people are already filming. While my mother was wrapping jiaozi, I picked up my dad with firecrackers and fireworks and ran into the yard.

At first I was a little timid, afraid that firecrackers would kill me. So, my father showed me first, put a whip on the ground, lit the gun with burning incense, twisted it, and then ran away quickly. I only heard the sound of "scratching", which was very loud. I quickly covered my ears. Encouraged by my father, I planted a small flower carefully and watched it turn around on the ground, like a Charmander. Very interesting! Dad watched me grow bolder and bolder, and let each of us put a fireworks in his hand. We lit the fire at the same time, only to see a string of fire beads spewing out and then exploding in the air. I'm glad to name it "double-edged cannon". Dad put another big guy on the ground, and the rice cooker at home was so big that he asked me if I dared to let it go. I said, "Dare, let me do it." I twisted it and ran away immediately, but after waiting for a long time, it didn't move at all. I was about to go to see what was going on when my father stopped me: "Don't go there, it's dangerous!" " As soon as the voice fell, I heard a whoosh and a fireball shot up into the sky. Suddenly, the fireball dispersed with a swish and became a colorful tree. With a whoosh, another fireball went up into the sky, dispersed into a blooming flower, and some turned into a small umbrella ... The whole sky was suddenly lit up, just like during the day. Wow, it's beautiful! It's amazing, just like magic, which makes me feel incredible.

Shooting is so interesting! According to my father, filming is to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Burning firecrackers can take away all the bad things in the past year and make everyone healthy and safe in the new year. I nodded inexplicably, and we ushered in the Year of the Rabbit with firecrackers full of annual flavor and celebration.

When I see those leafy fragments, I will think of you in my heart. You are selfless.-Dirty thing!

Clay, I praise you!

Although you have no gorgeous appearance, your broad mind is full of noble spiritual realm. You are not like white clouds, floating in the air, swaying with a little wind; Nor is it like yellow sand, dancing with the wind and wasting my time. Your favorite thing to do-put water and nutrients into your body and quietly give them to all living things in nature.

My friend, please pay attention to the soil under your feet! It is this dark and seemingly rough soil that contributes silently to the nutrients stored in the body and breeds this thriving and vibrant green world. It doesn't ask for praise, and it has always been the foil of literati's works, but it has no regrets, so it has dedicated everything to itself in obscurity.

Ah! Clay, I praise you! When you hug a seed in your arms, you are duty-bound to take on the responsibility of giving it new life. You give them sweet milk and give them warmth. You are like a gentle and selfless mother, and like an omnipotent magician, turning one into countless, turning weak into strong, turning immature into mature. Beautiful nature is the masterpiece of your hard work.

I want to praise you-dirt! You are willing to live at the bottom, never proud, never showing off, and never want others to erect a monument for you and sing a hymn for you!

I will always praise you, you will always be the most beautiful in the world, and I believe you can get the attention of the whole world!

There will always be ups and downs in life, and there will always be setbacks. When I am frustrated, hesitant and depressed, who is it? Quietly After listening to my story, I will explain it again. Words flow into my heart like a clear spring! It is you, my friend!

When I entered junior high school, I loved to make friends, and I also made many friends. Do you want to know them? If you want to know, let me introduce you!

Xu Haotian: He is one of my best friends. He is cute, short and blushing! He likes playing basketball, and Chinese is his favorite.

Guan Jingyu is also my best friend. He is tall and handsome, and he likes playing basketball. Me, Xu Haotian and Guan Jingyu, both on and off the court, are called the invincible iron triangle!

Liu Ziqiang and Yang Jian are my good friends. They are very liberal. "Step back and broaden your horizons" is their mantra. Their self-confidence is relatively strong, but Liu Ziqiang is sometimes overconfident!

Yao Juan is my friend of the opposite sex. Needless to say, we often help each other in our studies. She knows how to be considerate of others, but her mind is a bit unpredictable!

All right! Friend introduction is over. It's time to introduce myself.

My name is Han Yongle, and everyone likes to call me Lele. I am witty, brave, lively, lovely, love to make friends and love sports. Table tennis and basketball are my strong points. Reciting and speaking are my favorites, and I have won many awards! I will treat my friends sincerely and suffer a little loss. My motto is: take yesterday's stumbling block as today's stepping stone, and strive to move forward!

I quit. You like to make friends with us, ok! We are already friends!

Last night, my mother and I walked arm in arm in the bustling Zhaoqing street. When I walked to Qixingyan, I suddenly wanted to see the music fountain. I first saw the musical fountain when I was very young. I had just moved to Zhaoqing at that time. I know Zhaoqing for the first time. I saw those fountains spraying high for the first time.

We followed the crowd to Qixingyan. But I didn't go to see the long-lost musical fountain. But attracted by small open-air cinemas. It's just an old movie player putting film, lighting and emitting light on that small screen. The projectionist also has two boxes, both filled with film. The two old people just sat on the box. They are playing Sanjie Liu, which I believe many 90-or 80-year-old young people don't know. There are 70 migrant workers and some old people around. There are no chairs on the floor. They sit on the floor or take off their shoes and sit on it. They watched with rapt attention. Memory and taste. Out of curiosity, I went up and chatted with two old people who showed the film. Their hair is gray, and they said they all came here on Saturday night to show everyone. Our parents' generation often watch it. I wonder when they started, maybe they are old, or maybe they are noisy around. Oh, close to his ear and speak loudly so that the old man can hear you. The old man told me that they had been doing this work since 1954. Now he is 80 years old. When talking about that they have been doing this work since 1954, the old man's face showed a bright smile.

The music fountain is over, and those who look back at the open-air cinema in fashionable clothes, those who have gone through vicissitudes, and some people whose parents brought their children to understand.

It's not the latest movie, but it's much better than the latest movie. I think this outdoor cinema is warmer than sitting in a dark cinema and enjoying the heating.

When I was in primary school, I always imagined entering junior high school. Once I dreamed of a junior high school classroom in my dream! That's really different! I finally graduated from primary school at the age of 6, full of expectations. It's the day of school, and I walked into my yearning junior high school campus with a strange mood. In this way, junior high school life began.

This is a brand-new world, more exciting and emotional than primary school life!

On my first day at school, I saw many strange faces and looked at everything here curiously. Because I stayed, on the first night, all the students in the dormitory were as excited as me, so we met earlier.

In the first grade, we entered adolescence. Different from primary school, I began to pay attention to the opposite sex, shy and nervous. I couldn't control my emotions, which led to many jokes. This is the most embarrassing joke. On the way to the classroom with my classmates, I saw a person I paid special attention to. Walking, I suddenly bumped into a tree on the right, which made my classmates laugh at me. I rubbed my head awkwardly and reluctantly accepted their teasing.

Life in the first grade passed quickly, and by the second grade, my study pressure became heavier and more tense. But we are also very happy. Playing basketball instead of playing chess every noon and evening failed to relieve the pressure. I can be the first in my class in chess, and the first one is our model study Committee member.

There are many unpleasant and pleasant things in junior high school life, but they are all over. What we have to face is the test brought by entering the third grade!

I will remember this wonderful memory and leave it to me for a long time to remember and taste!

Remembering winter vacation life with 500 words in the composition of the second day of junior high school really made me unforgettable. We climb mountains, run, skate, study and read books every day ... full and meaningful.

On the afternoon after the exam, several of our good friends got together to discuss how to arrange our holiday life. After some discussion, we decided to set up a holiday activity group with 6 members. A team leader will manage the team discipline, and I will be the administrator to arrange the daily activities. The aim of our group is "keep fit and study hard", and I arrange my daily schedule in the evening.

So we meet in the central garden of the community at 7: 20 every day from Monday to Friday as planned. Some people are late, others want to sleep in. Being punished by the captain, they came on time. Running with load is our morning exercise. After we assembled in order of height, the team leader led us to run around the lake to Zhangjiaba, with a total distance of about four kilometers. After breakfast in Zhangjiaba, we went back to the pavilion in the central garden of the community to study and be winter vacation homework. We don't understand each other and ask questions that adults can't solve at night. Later, after we had our own small world in the lakes and mountains, our activity place was changed to a small world after morning exercise. Sometimes we will take cold noodles and cold noodles to the small world for lunch and taste each other to see which one is delicious. Once, I overcooked my noodles.

After playing, we still didn't forget to study. Each of us must finish the homework of the day and give it to the captain for inspection before going home to rest.

Evening is free activities, including skating, playing yo-yo, shooting, playing badminton and table tennis. The central garden is also at 7 o'clock and ends at 8: 30. Although my eyesight is poor, my shooting is the best among all my teammates.

Winter vacation life, the life I arranged by myself, has released my whole heart, which is both substantial and meaningful.

500 words 8 "Cecilia Yip, come down and clean up." Mom asked me to clean again. I was in charge of the upstairs floor, and I reluctantly went upstairs with a rag. Clean it from the living room first. After half an hour, it was finally finished. "Mom, you go up and check! I wiped it. " Mother went upstairs and shouted, "Cecilia Yip, come up!" I ran up to have a look and was shocked. The floor is covered with flowers, all my footprints! I forgot to change my shoes. God, we have to start from scratch again! Alas, it's hard luck!

fragrant

The teacher assigned a lot of winter vacation homework, and I was very busy every day, doing this and that, and a "trainee teacher" also assigned my homework. I was busy at school yesterday and forgot to write one at home. Today, the intern teacher gave me a good lesson and punished me for copying the text ten times! Oh, my God! Tell me, is this adding fuel to the fire? Of course, "trainee teacher" is actually my brother.

ferment

Dad took me to the movies. The story is about a little girl who is eager to study but has no money. She worked hard to make money and finally went to school. But I think, after this semester, will she have another semester? My heart has been sour, and even the New Year's rice cakes seem to have no taste.

sweet

Today, the "intern teacher" praised me. When I got home, my parents cooked my favorite dishes. I'm so happy! I can even play computer for half an hour after dinner. Everything is going well! My heart is sweeter than honey.

This is my winter vacation life. Do you sympathize with me or envy me?

The Spring Festival is celebrated every year, which is the happiest time for everyone. But such a thing will never be forgotten by me.

When people are immersed in the joy of the Spring Festival and set off gorgeous fireworks under the deep blue sky, my chest will ache faintly. When the Spring Festival comes, people like to set off some gorgeous fireworks. Under the deep blue sky, the bright fireworks seem to make the boundless night as bright as day, taking care of the stars in the sky, showing a happy scene.

But I don't like setting off fireworks, not only I don't love it, but I hate it. Because I feel dangerous and smelly. Unlike me, my cousin was only about five years old. However, she likes to set off fireworks, but I don't allow it. She had to wear a thick cotton-padded coat and go out to see others set off. The long flame lit and she cheered happily. When a fireworks goes out, she will sigh helplessly. Everything about her seems ridiculous to me.

Once, she was watching other people's fireworks. Seeing that she likes fireworks, the man gave her one, which happened to be caught by someone I passed by. I stepped forward angrily, grabbed the fireworks stick from her hand, threw it on the ground and trampled it flat. She burst into tears, and I ignored her and left without looking back. I don't care what happened to her. Now whenever I see fireworks burning, the scene of my childhood maltreatment suddenly comes to my eyes, and I feel an unprecedented sense of guilt.

I tried many ways to make up for it: admit my mistake to her, but from her puzzled eyes, I read that she had remembered everything. So I bought a lot of fireworks and put them with her. I remember that she was very happy that day. Gorgeous fireworks mingled with her bright smile. She whirled with fireworks. I seem to see a lovely angel smiling at me. That innocent smile erased my heavy guilt.

I have no choice. I also set off fireworks with her, spinning and spinning. ...

Although it's been a long time since the Spring Festival, it's unforgettable for me.

500 words 10 It was an unknown time, which appeared in my mind countless times. It is so strange and familiar. A puzzled turn, I tell you, it's called junior high school ...-inscription.

After reading the inscription, do you think I am hesitant, hovering around familiar and unfamiliar words? But that's what it is. I always feel like a little girl. I didn't expect junior high school life to be so familiar. School starts for three weeks, as if that time starts from this moment and ends at this moment. How can that dream childhood pass quickly? It doesn't stay in my heart, even sometimes it is so nostalgic, but the longing for the future will never die …

Junior high school is very tired. This is the only thing I want to say. This is a new starting point. I just found out that the original new runway, new starting point and original method can't be forced. It needs you to start over step by step and re-establish your goals. It's new. Yes, even though I'm still upstairs, I deeply feel that everything is new. That teacher is new, that classmate is new, that method is new, everything is new, however, it is also tiring. When you climb the vine slowly like a snail, the grapes may be ripe, but if you fly to the tree like a bird, you will never get the sweetness of the grapes. There is a lot of homework, and sometimes I am at a loss and don't know where to start. on hand ...

Very tired, I pay, very beautiful, I hope I can witness, that junior high school, I know you …

500 words 1 1 Primary school life is like colorful shells. It is also like a notebook of the old man of time, recording bits and pieces; Like a soap opera, there are joys and sorrows.

Looking back on the past and leaving good memories; Looking to the future, full of infinite expectations and longings.

At the age of thirteen, entering junior high school, the study life in junior high school will be more interesting than that in primary school. Junior high school is full of hardships and happiness. The ideological and moral teacher said that junior high school is the golden age of life and the most important period. Yes, some people say that a person's life is like building a house. Primary school is the foundation, junior high school is the building, senior high school is the painting, and university is the decoration. Only in this way can life build a unique and unparalleled building.

When school started, we ushered in a six-day military training life. This is to let us have the same organizational discipline, hard-working spirit and physical quality as soldiers.

After the formal class, I met new classmates and new teachers. Some of my classmates are strangers and some are old friends. Yang Huifen, who is cheerful and loves to laugh, Li Guangqiang, who is honest and meticulous, Wang Mingfeng, who is bold and proactive, and Liu Jianfen, who is in charge of discipline; There are lively and interesting Chinese teachers, informal social teachers and amiable math teachers among the teachers. ...

Life in junior high school may be like a five-flavored bean with ups and downs, or it may be like a sailboat sailing in the sea. Maybe it's like a wonderful movie, full of drama. All this will meet us in the front. Students, let's cherish every minute of junior high school life and study hard!

500 words 12 Duanhua School is my only alma mater and the only school in my heart. It is not only a good place to study, but also a famous school. I have studied in this warm family for many years. Duanhua School is located near the Olympic market.

When I came to the school gate, the four characters of Duanhua School were particularly eye-catching. The first thing I saw was the B building of our school. Building B has three floors and 27 classrooms. A few more steps, and we'll be in front of Building A of the school. Building A has four floors * * * 8 1 classroom. If we pay attention to our left hand side, we will see four big characters, that is, our school motto is "respect teachers and attach importance to teaching, cultivate one's morality and cultivate one's character" These words are to remind every student what to do at school. It is not easy for our school to have such a beautiful today. Cambodia has been in a state of war since 1970, which has forced schools to suspend classes. It was not until 1992 that more than 20 years of war ended, peace was achieved and all-round development was achieved in all fields. In the same year, Duanhua School in Chaozhou Club resumed classes smoothly. Under the leadership of Lord Yang, President of Hipster Club, Duanhua School is recovering rapidly. Sir Yang, for a long time, we have devoted a lot of efforts to promoting Chinese education, so that Chinese people all over the world have the opportunity to learn Chinese well and make immortal contributions to society. In the past 20 years, Duanhua School has also been developing continuously. At present, the number of students has reached more than 10 thousand, which is called "the best Chinese school in Southeast Asia" and people all over the world are amazed.

This is my school-Duanhua School. After a long period of ups and downs, a brand-new era has begun, and it will surely write a more brilliant page in history with a brand-new attitude.

500-word composition in Grade Two 13 Hi

The English test paper was issued, and the results were among the best. When the teacher commented, he especially praised several excellent students. Although my face was expressionless, I showed my modesty to the fullest. Looking at the envious eyes of my classmates, my heart is sweeter than eating honey, and my heart is already giggling. Do you find this comforting?

angry

As soon as class begins, my deskmate will be twittering in my ear. I don't have time to manage, but she is more and more energetic and endless. I gave her a hard look, and she knew what to do and shut up. However, after class, I was severely scolded by the teacher. Do you think I'm angry?

sympathize with

Alas! God is really cruel. I have no pity. I was in a daze for two minutes with my physics test paper. Oh, my God, this broke my record. The red fork seems to be laughing at me. I really want to cry. My friends asked me about my grades, but I ignored them, making other students afraid to come near me. Walking on the way home, the sky blue is sad, the water is melancholy, the mountains are lofty and confused, and there is no song or poem in the empty sky, and there is no emotion in doing anything in the empty sky. Do you think it's pathetic?

happy

Alas! There are a lot of papers, but I can't start looking at the mountains of homework. Newspapers are like strong opponents who are rubbing their hands. I don't flinch, but I face difficulties. "Wow, that's so easy!" Looking at the "opponent" with "scars" on his face, I smiled knowingly. Are you happy?

My junior high school life has mixed feelings. They are immature green olives. Although they are bitter, as long as we are good at watering with our heart, we will certainly gain something in the end.

Time is like water, and years are like songs. In a blink of an eye, I have gone through the gap of 12 years.

My life has left a string of footprints, which is my initial growth. This is what moved me from entering primary school to entering junior high school.

These ten days have left me endless memories. These ten days, I have changed from a primary school student to a junior high school student, and my life is even more tense. My life has become more stressful, and my leisure time is much less, but my life is more fulfilling. The pressure of studying in No.6 Middle School and the tension of life make me feel very tired. People here are working hard, which makes me more stressed, but only when there is pressure can I have motivation, and only when there is motivation can I achieve results. I want to study hard, study hard. No.6 Middle School is really a big campus. I really hope I can get a good result in this world. So I want to make progress and make my life more interesting. I want to study hard. In primary school, I am not a good student, but an ordinary student, which makes me more motivated.

In the past ten days, I have been in and out of No.6 Middle School every day. From the first time I entered No.6 Middle School, I felt unspeakable joy. I am very happy every day, but there are times when I am unhappy. I was disappointed because I didn't do well in the exam, but I pulled myself back at the border of disappointment because I said to myself again and again, "Come on, you can do it!" " "According to my mother, everyone has his own ocean and sailboat. It depends on whether you are heading for victory or failure. I will sail and sail under the ocean of No.6 Middle School and step by step towards victory.

Come on! I will work harder, fight bravely and be admitted to the ideal high school in the Sixth Middle School!

500 words 15 on the second day of junior high school, I always think of this poem every New Year: "In the firecrackers, except for one year old, spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones, which brings me happiness. I can eat delicious food, receive many red envelopes, and meet relatives far away from home.

But this year's Spring Festival is different from the past. We spent it in the city. My mother promised to take me and her to cook a delicious "sweet and sour fish" every year. Since I never leave the kitchen, my first task is naturally to buy ingredients. When I walked to the vegetable market, it was still a sea of people. Seeing this scene, my tears rolled unconsciously in my eyes. I sigh: how many people have not returned to their hometown for the New Year, how many people are still wandering outside, and how many people can't see their loved ones. I quickly bought the ingredients and went home.

I'll call my mother as soon as I get home. My mother set the chopping board beside the pot, picked up the crucian carp with both hands and fought. From time to time, the fish cries, "Help me, help me …" I can't stand it anymore, so I have to avoid praying. Fish can't escape the fate of death after all. My mother called me after cleaning it up. He said to me, "First … then … finally. I'm still a little surprised to hear that. I put it flat in a bowl, cut it with a knife, pour the oil on the fish with my left hand and right hand, so that the meat at the knife will turn out, fry it in an oil pan until it is taken out, put a little oil in the pan, put the onion and ginger together, put tomato sauce, add a little salt, vinegar and sugar to the water, and thicken it with raw powder after boiling. There are still some surprises in cooking this dish.

It's time for dinner. Looking at the table full of delicious food, I am happy and moved, and I can feast my eyes. What moved me was how difficult it was for my mother to struggle alone.

Fireworks and firecrackers sounded slowly outside, the TV was playing the Spring Festival Gala, and my father had just come home from work. Our family ate New Year's Eve in this quiet environment.