Praise the composition of the second day of junior high school

In normal study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. With writing, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my carefully arranged composition for Grade Two. Welcome to share.

Praise the second-grade composition 1 This is a bus driving in the urban area, and there are basically no people on it. In front of me is a wall of people shaking with the car, so that I can't even see the opposite window.

"Please give your seat to the old, the weak, the sick and the pregnant ..." The broadcast on the bus kept repeating, and my heart twitched a little.

I hate meeting old people on crowded buses. The most painful moment in the car was when the white-haired and shivering old man and woman slowly passed through the crowded carriage and stood beside me.

At that time, there seemed to be countless hands clutching my heart; It seems that there are countless pairs of eyes watching me, waiting for me to make a decision. I looked out of the window, but there was no scenery in my eyes, and my heart was uneasy. I just hope that someone with good intentions will "save" me.

"Old card!" The exclamation of the punch card machine pulled me out of my memory and irreversibly put me in front of multiple-choice questions again. I looked around, there was no room, and all the passengers sitting were absorbed in playing with their mobile phones. I can't help sighing.

I looked up, and an old man came trembling on crutches.

The turbulence in my heart was so violent that I couldn't help shaking my legs. I put my hand on my leg for a while and put it in my pocket for a while. There is a force in my heart, like every time before, tirelessly urging me to stand up.

"Please give your seat to this old man ..." The radio seemed to lose no time in attacking me. There was a sudden shock and I almost stood up.

The old lady is only one step away from me. I dare not look up into her eyes, but I imagine she must be expecting someone to understand her weak body. I'm a little overwhelmed.

The car passed by station by station, and the broadcast rang over and over again. Please give your seat to … for the third time.

It was a short moment, but my heart made a choice at this moment.

The old lady finally sat in her seat safely, and the carriage was still noisy and crowded, as if nothing had happened except a passenger who walked through the crowd to where she got off.

I stood at the back door, my sweaty hands clutching the handrail. Another stop, the door simply opened, hesitated, and slammed shut. I looked out of the window, gave a wry smile, turned around and got into the crowd at the other end. At that moment, my tightly held heart finally unfolded comfortably, more relaxed and carefree than every time.

Indeed, no one saw it, no flowers, no praise, but I did it. It seems that the article I wrote was praised by others, and I will praise my conscience.

Praise the composition of grade two. Every time I see a little girl in ancient costume sitting in front of the guzheng, her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and music is like a spiritual spring. I am so envious and admire, I want to entertain myself. If only I could be like them one day!

This idea was seen through by an understanding mother, who smiled and said, "Jing Yi! You want to learn guzheng, and your mother supports you. However, learning any art requires hard practice! Can you do it? " Hearing that my mother allowed me to learn guzheng, I jumped three feet high with joy, kissed my mother several times and vowed to say to my mother, "Mom, I will, and I will practice hard."

In this way, I sat in front of my fascinated guzheng with incomparable sacred feelings. I touched the piano carefully and couldn't help fiddling with the strings. The teacher quickly stopped me: "Jingyi, you should bring your nails when playing the guzheng, which is easier to talk about and not easy to hurt your fingers!" " "In this way, I took my extremely sacred nails and tied them with tape! The teacher taught me to know the strings one by one. I listened carefully and thought it was easy to play the guzheng! I understand everything the teacher said. I practiced the task assigned by the teacher happily. Feel the music jumping at my fingertips. I am enjoying the pleasure of learning Guzheng, and the level of playing Guzheng is constantly improving.

With the increasing difficulty of learning guzheng, it feels more and more difficult. Sometimes I sit in front of the piano for half an hour, but I can't play a tune well. I was so depressed that I even regretted my impulse. Watching the children chasing and playing happily outside the window, I had to sit here and practice this extremely boring guzheng repertoire over and over again. I regret it very much

My mother seemed to read my mind and said to me meaningfully, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage. If you want to learn guzheng well, you must practice it every day! You can't practice guzheng well by fishing for three days and drying the net for two days! " After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly woke up: "Yes, we must insist on everything." . Practicing guzheng is a test of my will! "

So I sat in front of the guzheng again and played it seriously. One beat is half an hour, one hour, two hours ... I will practice fingering ten times, twenty times, thirty times ... My shoulders are sore, it doesn't matter; I can persist in my back pain; When my nails hurt, I just bite my teeth day by day, week by week, how many mornings and nights, and so on. Many things happen. My guzheng has successfully passed Band 5, and I can play many famous songs fluently, such as "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" and "Liu Yanghe". And won the third prize of the national guzheng competition. Looking at the admiring eyes of teachers and classmates, my heart is sweet. I have tasted the happiness after learning and sticking to the guzheng, and I know that only by paying can I gain.

Now, because of the heavier learning task, I no longer play the guzheng, but the pain and happiness of learning the guzheng have been deeply imprinted in my heart! Become the best memory in my heart.

Praise the second day of writing 3 human beings, it seems that they are used to writing their current values with architecture.

I dreamed of the Great Wall hovering on the mountain, the stone branded with culture, the Longlin shining with historical glory, an irregular but aesthetic functional image. Stretching over Wan Li, soaring into the sky.

Visiting a building is like browsing history. The scene a thousand years ago seems vivid. Architecture itself is a history book, no worse than Sima Qian's Historical Records or Ban Gu's Hanshu. When you climb the Great Wall, there are not only mountains in front of you, but also lush vegetation watered by sweat from Mount Li. In the Afang Palace burned by Xiang Yu, the breath of thousands of poetry books is still floating in Xianyang, nourishing our souls; Ten thousand years ago, a complete skull of Xuchang people would still shake our hearts. ...

Perhaps preserving them is the most important thing.

Perhaps, in 400 years, electricity broke the echo wall of the altar, and in 8000 years, the light penetrated the pier of Qin Shihuang.

But I saw the paint on the gate of the Forbidden City as red as the sunset on the Gobi Desert, and the terracotta warriors and horses in Xi 'an seemed to have just been taken out of the fire. ...

Naturally, the underground mercury still flows silently, and the inscription on the mountain still stands quietly. Therefore, whenever I travel, I will see the antique side of the motherland, which is a black-and-white photo of the motherland and a perfect blue-and-white porcelain.

Therefore, looking at the map of the motherland, I am very excited, because every blood vessel and every inch of bone in the motherland has traces of history; Most people regard it as boring history, but it gives me a glimpse of the bright red flowing blood of the motherland. So, I go to sleep every night listening to the sound of history, turning over the lecture hall that is out of proportion to my age and turning over the obscure historical records ... My friend said with a smile, am I getting old too early? I also replied with a smile: I was just praising my motherland in advance.

Perhaps, the biggest time is to preserve mountains and rivers, and the biggest thing for the motherland is to preserve ancient civilization.

As far as we are concerned, the most important thing is to praise the motherland and silently support it. The culture of the motherland is our common wealth, which needs our praise and our inheritance.

Perhaps, we will be able to see the twelve animal heads spraying water again in Haiyan Hall, which is no longer a splash, but also a tear for them to return to their homeland; Perhaps we can see a sketch of the history of women lying quietly in the Forbidden City, not only lying down, but also her tossing and turning fatigue in many places ... A Beijing opera after a thousand years is still shocking, and an old saying after a thousand years is still thought-provoking. ...

Time may run out, and the civilization of the motherland is the reason we can always praise.

I want to praise my motherland, not the collapse of the universe, nor the silence of the world.

Maybe in the future, a girl asked her grandmother, "Why is your right thumb shaking all the time?" Grandma slowly opened her eyes, looked at her granddaughter and said, "At our crazy age, we should order something magical with our right thumb, which is called' Zan'."

Maybe this is just a terrible idea, or maybe it will be a certain and creepy future. I, we, don't know. But what we may know is the magic of "like".

Why do we like it? The facts are not much different, because after reading the fragmented news, articles and comments, we feel that the author is very correct and coincides with our own values. However, the news is clearly there, whether it is good or bad can only be decided by everyone's different values. Some people praise it with their thumbs, which is to promote the positive energy of society, and some people are the colorful picture of the underworld.

April 14 should have been the happy festival of CF mobile games. Many hardcore players have been ready before this, and some even stayed up late waiting for this feast. However, after 13' s 3 instantly changed to 4, I found nothing happened after logging in-I was cheated by Tencent. This incident became the fuse, igniting all dissatisfaction with Tencent. On April 14, the rectification tribe posted a post cursing Mei Tian, with tens of thousands of visitors and increasing praises.

But at this time, a post just sent by 1 minute ago caught my attention. 14 Seven years ago in April, in Yushu, an earthquake shocked many people in China, which embodied the spirit of "one side is in trouble, and all sides support it". This tragedy has changed many people's lives, but many people seem to have forgotten it. Their brains can remember so much information about work, study and games, but ... at the seven-year festival after a tragedy, they inhumanely questioned and scolded Mei Tian and Tencent. However, Tencent has not forgotten what those who have no conscience and no memory have forgotten. Although I forgot to tell you in advance, it may have occurred to a staff member of Mei Tian and Tencent that I didn't have time to tell you. After all, Tencent made compensation afterwards, but the scolding of Mei Tian and Tencent was overwhelming and endless. ...

A few hours later, after class, I clicked on the blog again. It's the same post and topic that I didn't click after seeing that post, but the number of times I like it has increased a lot. I turned down that post for two minutes before I found it. The number of likes is still 5, and the number of readings is only 5. After I finished my comments, I didn't speak again.

Why? I sighed, but I couldn't sigh loudly. Personal values may not attract much attention to me, but the social atmosphere is easy to appear in front of the world. Hundreds of thousands of readings and five times the huge contrast shocked me, but I have nothing to say. I have no choice, no chance and power to change, and I can't interfere with other people's values, but I can shout out: Who did you give your praise to?

Ask yourself, do you want to cancel now, do you want to open the missed post and order a really meaningful praise?

I praised myself for praising the 5th Sports Meeting, not to show off for winning the first prize, but I felt that I had really worked hard.

On rainy days, no matter how wet the ground is, no matter how cold we are, no matter how painful the rain hits our face when we sprint, we all bite our teeth and insist. When we do exercises, we all stand up straight and move very neatly, just like one person.

I started my personal activities. I ran first 100 meters. Although he won the first place in the team, the final was cancelled because of the weather, and he won the fifth place in the grade with the team results. I'm not satisfied with the result. I really hope to have a chance to take part in the competition. Now that it's a foregone conclusion, I can only expect to play well in 800 meters. This is my strong point. I secretly told myself: I must run first!

It's past noon and I'm hungry. I watched my friends eat hamburgers and swallow their saliva. Because I am running 800 meters, my mother reminds me that I must not eat too much, or I will have a stomachache. I can only wait, wait left and right, but it's still not my turn. It seems that centuries have passed. When it was my turn, my legs went limp.

The game has started. I set out with my eyes fixed on the front and my ears pricked up for fear of not hearing the gunshots. My heart is always in my mind and I dare not relax. Hearing the gunshot, I rushed out of the starting line like an arrow that left the string, for fear that I would be crushed to death if I ran slowly. I passed the first runway diagonally on the fourth runway in the corner. At this time, there are already two people in front of me. Although I am temporarily behind, ranking third, but my mind will not stop, I have been thinking about how to get the first place. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw that they were sprinting with all their strength. I followed closely, waiting for the opportunity to surpass them. Finally, at the corner after a lap, I suddenly accelerated and overtook them from their right side. Then I gritted my teeth, kept a certain pace, controlled the breathing rhythm and led the way. Until 100 meters was left, I heard my mother's voice in my ear, "Zhou, come on, sprint!" " Come on! "I tried my best to go straight to the finish line.

As soon as the results came out, I won the first place in 2 minutes and 54 seconds. You know, my best score is 3 minutes and 24 seconds, 30 seconds ahead of schedule! I am really satisfied with this result.

It suddenly occurred to me that Hamburg was still waiting for me, so I started to go straight to the stands ... Through this initial long-distance running, I learned that endurance is my strength, and I will also run long-distance running in the next sports meeting. I want to win honor for my class and fight for class honor again!

I remember it was an acrobatic performance competition. With the background music playing, a girl slowly put a bunch of bowls on the ground, then put a pole on her head and put a bowl on top of the pole to start spinning.

In fact, this girl in gorgeous national costume caught my attention a few minutes before the opening ceremony. Whether sitting or walking, her left arm always hangs down and looks weak.

With the acceleration of the music rhythm, she skillfully threw the bowls one by one with her right hand, and the number of bowls at the top of the pole gradually increased from one to two or three … but her left arm was always hanging. Because the bowls are layered, there is only one bowl left in the original pile of bowls on the ground, but the bowl on the top of the pole looks rickety and can only be balanced with the right hand. And this is the last bowl that can only be eaten with her left hand. For her, the difficulty has risen to the limit.

She tried to lift the bowl with her left hand. The moment the last bowl was thrown to the top of the pole, there was a loud exclamation of "Wow-"from the audience. Unconsciously, she reached out her right hand to help the pole overhead, but the bowl on the top of the pole still fell to the ground, and the audience exclaimed "Oh …". A buzz drowned out the music, and several people even clapped deliberately, as if laughing at it.

I thought she would step down, but she asked the judges to do it again, and the last bowl fell to the ground. The judge said, "Go down!" The girl's eyes were wet, and she blushed so much that she couldn't hide the thick rouge. After bowing, she quickly turned around and walked down to the stage.

Then I met her in a snack bar at the door, and her eyes were red and swollen. I went forward to ask, but before I could speak, she smiled and said, "Did you see my joke today? It's nothing. Everyone says so, and I have nothing to be sad about. "

I smiled and shook my head. I asked her what happened to her hand. She looked at her mobile phone, hesitated, then stammered and faltered a lot. From talking with her, I learned that she is a student of an art school. She accidentally injured her left arm in a practice, and then practiced acting with the injury. Not only did she not play to the limit, but she was also branded with sequelae. She was told to drop out of school because of injury, on the grounds that she was no longer suitable for acrobatic performances. But she loves acrobatic performances and still practices acrobatics in her spare time.

After listening to her words, I really want to feel wronged for her experience, especially the ruthless teachers and cruel judges. Perhaps in their eyes, only the final result is king, and I suddenly feel very painful!

Walking out of the store, I opened the mobile phone WeChat blankly and found new tips in the WeChat circle of friends. What came into my eyes was the moment when the girl made a mistake in performance and the gossip of others. I said to myself: girl, come on, you will succeed! I gave three praises in a row.

Where others can't see, there are always people who are quietly fighting for their ideals. I think: when we congratulate those successful people, should we praise those losers who are not afraid of ridicule, hardship and struggle?

I like composition 7 in the second day of junior high school. I turned on my mobile phone and saw a good article. I like it. When you see a good joke, you praise it. I made another talk, expecting others to praise me, but I didn't expect to praise myself. I want to praise myself today. Why should I praise myself? Because I felt great that time.

One summer day, it's too hot to describe in words, but I'm going to take the Hulusi Grade 10 exam. I feel that sometimes I have too little confidence in myself and I am always extremely nervous about what I do. But the most ridiculous thing is that every time I get nervous, I win. Maybe, as my mother said, cloudy and rainy days come first, and sunny days and rainbows come later. I also think that "there is no victory without tension". In this theory of relativity, this conclusion was proved in the grade examination. When it was my turn to take the exam that day, I almost fell down as soon as I entered the door, and I almost didn't give the examiner a gift. Fortunately, I recovered in time, kept the effect of one-second concentration when playing cucurbit silk, and my expression was very consistent. My palms began to get cold, and my fingers and brain fought side by side. Until the last second, I mechanically said to the examiner, "thank you, teacher!" " "He turned and walked out of the examination room. At this time, my hand has turned into "ice". Mom, touch my hand. "I said to my mother. My mother touched my hand and instantly said, "Your ice palm is complete. "In this hot summer, my cold hands are out of tune with everything around me.

After the exam, I don't care about my grades. Let him go. I did my best anyway. Even so, I still give myself a compliment. Although I was a little nervous during the exam, I played well. I will definitely win! I think it's good to have confidence in myself. Besides, it is not clear who wins or loses! I have to admit that I am still somewhat sure of myself, just like a book says, "If there is no chance of winning, I won't shoot."

After the exam, I look back and think about what I am nervous about, but I am still nervous as always. A few days later, the results came out. Although I don't know where I ranked, I passed the tenth grade exam. This once again verified my conclusion of success after I was nervous. I hope it will keep me successful. Although I have suffered, my success remains the same.

I am unique. Everyone has his own advantages and disadvantages. First of all, we should know ourselves, give ourselves a compliment, and also give my shortcomings a compliment. Thank you for being with me all the time, and being an introduction to success. All the advantages and disadvantages add up, isn't it the real us? Give yourself a compliment, good or bad.

Now that science and technology are developed, it is common for a person to praise more than a dozen a day. It is said that encouraging others and recognizing others is a respect for the fruits of others' labor. Have you ever thought about giving yourself a compliment? Today's world needs self-praise. To recognize others, we should also recognize ourselves. In later life, self-confidence is the first condition for success. Give yourself a compliment and start now!