We are writing in Grade One.

In study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my composition for our junior one for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Our first grade composition 1, this is our happy family.

Our family is a sunny ordinary family, but a family of four is extremely happy.

In our family, there are four "players", and we have a good time every day. Although in the eyes of others, our family is not particularly happy. But in our hearts, as long as our families are safe every day, we will be satisfied.

We live an ordinary day, but live a full life. Because our family is full of love. My parents take good care of me and my sister. They don't ask us to give them anything in return. Mother said, "My sister and I have made them happy." When my grades drop because I am naughty and playful, my mother always teaches me earnestly. She said to me,' You should study hard, and only by getting good grades will you be more promising than us. There will be good results in the future, so that our efforts with you will not be in vain. "I'm always sad. You might as well beat me up. I always do better in the second exam than in the first one. Very different from dad's attitude. Sometimes, he will yell at me; Sometimes, he will be angry for a long time; Sometimes ... but I always feel my father's love from the bottom of my heart.

Although my sister and I are sometimes very disobedient, my parents tolerate us again and again.

On parents' holidays and birthdays, my sister and I always try our best to make them happy. My mother will always be moved and say,' I am the happiest mother in the world. My heart is always sour, and my mother is so easily moved. I have been thinking in my heart: study hard, get ahead, make my mother proud of me, and make my mother truly the happiest mother in the world!

In our family, even if life is hard, we will feel the beauty of life.

We often can't help but recall my college days, which often makes me cry.

At that time, I went to a very good university and the subjects were very difficult. My roommate and my best friend: Zhang Yu, a handsome guy, often stays out all night.

One night, he came back early and looked very happy. He said to me, "Liu, I met a beautiful girl in the bar today." She hit it off with me and told me her name was Zhao Xuan. " I said, "Oh, the octopus found a girlfriend outside." He smiled and said, "Hey, don't get me wrong, it's just pure friendship." I continued to flirt with him: "Yes, yes, it will develop into a lover relationship in the future." He raised his middle finger and said, "If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you."

Two months later, he broke up with Zhao Xuan, which was the month of our final exam.

Three days before the final exam, he invited me to a restaurant outside the school for a drink. He drank two glasses of wine and remembered the time he had spent with Zhao Xuan before, so he complained to me. I was there to comfort him. I also remembered my girlfriend when I was a freshman, so I said to Changyu, "Octopus, don't be too sad. Didn't I have a girlfriend when I was a freshman, and then I broke up? I'm not as sad as you are ... "

After listening to Zhang Yu's complaints, I found that I didn't do much for my girlfriend that he did for Zhao Xuan. At this time, I realized that the reason why I broke up with my girlfriend was not because I had high emotional intelligence, but because I didn't love her as much as Zhang Yu.

Our youth at that time, like the foam that overflowed when we opened the beer, overflowed the bottle and fell down again.

There will be several "awesome people" in each class of our first grade composition 3: maybe he is a knowledgeable "reading fan"; Maybe he is a "big star" who likes to show off; Maybe he is an expressive "speaker" ... but these titles were taken away by a classmate in our class. This is the "awesome person" in our class.

First of all, he is an experienced man. Although Chinese, mathematics and English are average, other subjects have become a personal revolving stage. Once a biology teacher talked about the structure of human ears, taking Beethoven's deafness as an example. The teacher wanted to tell us how he heard the piano after he was deaf, but the teacher didn't remember it clearly and the students didn't understand it very well. At this time, he received the teacher's words: "He leaned against the piano and bit an iron bar to listen with his inner ears." His detailed explanation made the students suddenly realize that the teacher stole a approving look at him.

However, he is afraid that others will not know that he is knowledgeable. He always answers with everyone in class, and he can get a lot of extra points, which makes his classmates gradually "envy and hate" him.

No, once the teacher told everyone through Zhu Yuanzhang's story: "Be modest and keep a low profile." The students seized this opportunity and looked at him and said "yes" in succession. He was cheated badly by his classmates, so the teacher had to defend him: "well, answering questions actively in class doesn't count." He just kept pretending not to know the truth. ...

By the way, he is also an expressive "speaker". At that time, several of our classmates were implicated in a boy's mistake, including him. Several of our classmates are really "jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it off". Let him go out at this time, and he will tell the teacher what happened slowly and vividly. As a result, the teacher understood the truth, not only put us back, but also gave him five points.

This is the "awesome person" in our class. Although his classmates cheat him from time to time, everyone recognizes him in their hearts.

Our composition 4 "Ding ……" In the afternoon, the bell of the third class rang, the teacher left, and the students were very happy. They are whispering and fighting endlessly. The class teacher's words were like thunder in the clear sky, which stopped everyone. The class is so quiet that you can hear a needle fall to the ground. "cleaning! Let me talk about the division of labor between groups-remember! Just say it once! " The teacher's words made the whole class hold their breath and listen carefully for fear of missing a word.

After a while, the teacher finished, and the crowd boiled. Some students grab brooms and some grab buckets; Some move tables, some put stools; Some cleaned the blackboard, some sneaked out to be lazy ... The quiet classroom suddenly became noisy. It can be said: the sound of scratching, splashing, everything, everything! The contest between the two masters has not yet come to an end. There are two "white bars in the waves" in the bathroom outside the classroom, and they are also playing their specialty-fishing for the tide. I saw them take advantage of the neutrality of the mop and start a water fight. They put water on their hands first, and then splash water on each other. After a while, both of them were "soaked". But they want more. They played a "sprint", plugged the water under the open faucet and sprayed water on each other's faces ... In a short time, their erect hair was lying flat. ...

On a day full of love, I want to tell you about the "love" between our three classes in Xiu Xiu.

People often say that "knowing each other and falling in love is a kind of fate." Forty-eight of our classmates gathered in a big group. Since then, it is a kind of fate to give our strength to everything in this big group. ...

In this big group, you won't be lonely. The love between friends is like the spring breeze, which gives us "life" again and again. "Oh, dear. God, what's in this history? What's next? Xiaopingzi. " "Let your brain completely turn into a paste-PE." "Oh, my God ..." Haha, let's go. Class "Can you persist? Do you want me to ask for leave with you? " "It's okay, I can do it ... "" ................................................................................................................................................ ................................ friendship does not need too many sweet words, even if it is rude, it will warm people's hearts.

The "love" between classmates is like the summer wind, which can relieve fatigue and make the tree of life thrive. You will suddenly find that as long as you are with them, all difficulties turn into smiles.

For students, exams are the devil we can't escape. This is not, after the mid-term, a pair of answers, but also "several happy families are worried." I couldn't help shouting when I finished. It's over. I dropped out of the top ten. Then I suddenly remembered the song: "You are my distant dream ... dream." "Haha, XX people sing for money. Is it fatal for you to sing?" Just a little noise, then resolved the sadness.

I really want to look up at the starry sky and shout: 5.20, Happy August 3rd!

Dad is going to my brother's newly developed house, but he is far away in Changsha. There is no need to worry about how to get there. What you take is very important!

As early as three days ago, my father was busy planning things to take to Changsha, such as quilt covers, buckets, knives, oranges and red dates. Everything is ready. I'm sitting there thinking hard again ... I'm sitting at the door enjoying the sunshine! Seeing my father so dedicated, I asked, "Why don't you move away with your family?"

Dad always ignores me, and I'm too lazy to commit suicide. The sun is so warm ... when I was about to fall asleep, my father clapped his hands: "I thought of it!" " "I shook my head, it's none of my business, or go back to sleep. Dad spoke again: "Lill, tell your mother to go to the street to buy mattresses and carpets now." It's cold. I have to bring a tapestry to your brother. "

I am responsible for accompanying my mother to the street to buy carpets. On the way, I saw an old man selling a dozen sweets. I remember when I was a child, my mother would buy it for me every time she saw it on the street, but there were fewer sweets in recent years. Then, I also grew up. My mother stopped to look at the old man. She walked straight over and I stood there. In less than two minutes, my mother came back and brought my candy back. I thought it was only an hour. This sticky candy reminds me of my childhood.

It turns out that in the eyes of parents, no matter how old we are, we will always be children. ...

It's May Day again. We have a three-day holiday. Where are we going? Travel to other cities? I don't have that much free time. I spend more time coming and going than playing there. Go to the nearest park to play? Forget it. I don't know how many times more people come to visit during the May Day holiday than the locals. It's so crowded that I can't breathe. Then stay at home. Just a little boring.

What can I do after finishing my homework? I looked out of the window and saw a thin figure crawling slowly in the corridor opposite. On closer inspection, it turned out to be an old man in his sixties. What is he doing? He is actually cleaning the corridor, from the first floor to the sixth floor! Hunched over, holding a small palm broom, every corner was careful not to let a particle of dust attach to the ground. Sweat has dripped all over his forehead, and he seems to have no physical strength, and the next moment is more tired than the last. But despite this, his idea of cleaning the corridor never seems to be eliminated. At first, passers-by only looked at it a few times, only feeling a sense of awe in their hearts, but doing nothing; Gradually, more and more people began to pay attention to the old man, and many people suddenly remembered when they saw him-today is May Day! Seeing so many people coming to help him, he didn't speak, but he still looked like that, but you can see a faint smile on his face. After reading so much, my heart is surging. I have thrown away the idea of "I don't want to go out, I'm afraid of dirt and chaos". On the contrary, I have a heart that wants to work and pay, and I have a burning passion. Today is May Day!

Where shall we go on May Day? No matter where we are, we should dedicate ourselves and do something for people. Isn't this the best thing in the world? Of course, it's not just May Day, but also in peacetime, and the world will become that beautiful human being!

In the north of the leisure square, there is a beautiful and tree-lined campus, which is known as Jingdezhen No.12 Primary School, and that is my school.

Walking into the school gate, on the right is a beautiful small garden with beautiful flowers all year round. In spring, bauhinia and winter jasmine compete for beauty; In summer, jasmine exudes a strong fragrance, and morning glory lies on the wall to brag; In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and osmanthus is not weak, and then they bloom together; In winter, wintersweet sticks its head out tenaciously. Full of energy all year round.

In the central playground of our school, there is a cement playground the size of a basketball court. There are many trees around the playground, guarding our school like brave soldiers. There are tall teaching buildings on the north, east and south of the playground. The North Teaching Building has our school motto, which is written in eight striking red characters: patriotism, courtesy, diligence and enterprising. Every time I see it, I silently tell myself that I want to be a qualified pupil. The third floor of the South Teaching Building. The layout of each classroom is different. Some classrooms have beautiful paintings hanging on the corner of the team, some study gardens are hung on the walls, and some calligraphy works are hung on the walls, and the sound of reading can be heard every day.

Our school is a traditional sports school. There is a sports corridor made of porcelain in the north, which talks about people's physical fitness and sports development. There are a lot of sports equipment next to it, which is our fitness place. There is a table tennis table behind the North Teaching Building, from which the future table tennis champion may go out.

How happy we are to study in this beautiful school. I am proud to be a member of this school.

I love my Chinese teacher, but I also hate my Chinese teacher.

When it comes to "annoying" Chinese teachers, I have endless "annoying". What makes me "angry" most is the strictness of homework and class.

The homework assigned by the teacher every day is really numerous, especially on weekends and holidays, just like a steady stream of spring water. Take the "October holiday" for example! I just "tortured" the last class at school and lost myself in the joy of the holiday! The Chinese teacher came, first of all, it was a common prologue-talking about homework, and then he wrote a long homework topic "brush, brush, brush" with chalk. Oh, my God! 3 compositions, 7 abstracts, plus copying idioms, looking for information ... these are not counted, but also practical activities. Mine; Oh, my god, the plan to play is ruined!

At ordinary times, "Jingle" goes to class, and the teacher walks into the classroom with a smile and the breath of spring, but when she sees her classmates, dark clouds are gathering on her face, because she finds them whispering. "Who didn't hand in their homework?" Some students stood obediently. After a class, the classroom was quiet, and then they gave lectures. In class, the teacher can easily find out which classmate is not listening! No, this classmate was called up. Naturally, he was called up by the teacher but couldn't answer the question. This is another lesson with no end in sight!

Although the teacher is strict with us, the students still love the teacher very much. If she doesn't care about our study, she won't care about us "naughty children"!

The splash screen of our first grade composition 10 is changing, and finally it is fixed in a snow scene. The sun is like fire outside the window, but I am lost in the world of silver in silence.

White and flawless snow, like a proud winter butterfly, rotates in every frozen sky and at every intersection of latitude and longitude, spinning their pure world.

Some people say that a child's heart is snow. Walking on it, you should put aside your distractions, don't pollute this piece of white, walk carefully and don't hurt the snow.

Once upon a time, we were so naive. Every action is from the heart. We treat everyone sincerely, without thinking of him, and we also exchange the sincerity of others, just like sending away a handful of snow and taking back a handful of snowflakes in other snow. At that time, we always smiled.

Time slips away secretly, and we have grown up in a blink of an eye. I don't know when the snow is no longer pure. Just like a thing will be covered with a layer of dust if it is left for a long time, it is difficult to remove a layer of dirt accumulated in the heart by years. Once white seems to have melted, and everyone is more or less fake. I mixed some dust in the snowdrift, and what others returned was no longer really pure.

Finding that we are no longer sincere with each other, we began to silently remove impurities from the snow. One day, we will return to whiteness.

Those years of sincerity, we will guard.

In my primary school days, I was trained by many teachers. Only the Chinese teacher who taught me the fifth grade impressed me the most. She is our teacher Cheng.

I remember when I first entered this school, I was the first in the exam and didn't do well in it. I thought, alas!

There is no hope to enter this school, but Mr. Cheng accepted me as a weak seedling without wind and rain. Teacher Cheng also explained to me what I didn't understand until I understood. Since then, Mr. Cheng has left me with the first impression-serious and responsible work.

Because I just came here, my grades will not improve for a while. I didn't do well in an exam and cried like a flood. At this time, Teacher Cheng held out a warm hand and said, "Xiaohong, don't lose heart. After all, you just came here, and your foundation is not solid. I can help you. " I looked at Mr. Cheng and nodded. In the later time, the teacher devoted all his energy to me, and I also had self-knowledge and studied hard. Finally, in the second exam, I won the fourth place in the county. I was very excited when I went on stage to receive the award!

I can't help thinking about how much effort and sweat the teacher has put into this award. A tear or two dripped on skirts and awards. At this moment, I looked at the teacher and the teacher nodded. At this moment, the teacher left a second impression in my mind-affable.

Ah! Chinese teacher, you are like a leaf, yellow and green in early spring and colorful in late autumn. Although the dead leaves are yellow and swaying, there is still green hope in the veins, even if they turn into spring mud to protect flowers, they have no regrets. You are the messenger of flowers!

If I am a seedling, you are spring; If I am a leaf, you are a leaf.

Ah! Dear Chinese teacher, you are very kind to me, and I love you!

Who is "Lao Xu" in our composition 12 in junior high school? Handsome, medium build, the only fly in the ointment is height, not too high. It is estimated that there is no 170cm. He is an English teacher in our class.

Students in our class have a characteristic, and they like to give nicknames to others best. According to his characteristics, we gave him a friendly nickname "Busy Yan Xu". This "busy Steer" is also a homonym of "monster" in English. Like Mr., it has similar pronunciation and is easy to remember.

Why did Mr. Wang say it might be a "monster"? Because in class, he especially likes to wave his soft ruler and point there and here, and he is not angry with the students who are late. He went over and asked them to hold out their hands, and each of them gave a few "needles"-and they passed.

Every time after the exam, everyone went into the English office in a panic to "receive the reward". If the set topic is lost, they will talk to "Lao Xu" about their life and ideals, and everyone who comes back from the office will be spared.

Lao Xu is very interesting in class. He often laughs at himself for his shortcomings. This class is very active. Compared with Chinese class, his class is not so boring. Compared with math class, his class doesn't need to think much.

"Old Xu" is a man who doesn't hold grudges. Some time ago, several students defaulted on their homework. He calmly asked them to finish their homework without any unfair treatment. No matter whether the students with good grades or those with poor grades are beaten, they should be corrected, but they have never been blamed.

Lao Xu is extremely serious about his career. He treats every composition patiently and thoughtfully. Every composition is reviewed word by word. Every article is marked by the standard of the senior high school entrance examination and is extremely responsible.

"Lao Xu" is a promising young teacher who is extremely responsible for his students. I really hope he is the head teacher of our class!

Unconsciously, 14 years has passed through my fingertips.

From childhood to youth, the children went to the big tree in front of the girl's door, yellow and green, and time slipped away quietly like running water, leaving us puzzled to look back, only to suddenly find that it was not only time, childhood partners, childhood simplicity and childhood liveliness that passed away.

I remember when I was a child, we often stood on the school playground as punishment. My classmates and I are very casual, whispering carefully, and the teacher is wearing it around us. We often laugh at Mr. Hua's special style and giggle. At that time, we were lovely elves. The teacher is writing on the blackboard, and we pretend to take notes below. Some people also do some interesting things from time to time to make the classroom full of energy. We should make more jokes about our teachers. When we were young, we were strange children. When we are excited, we are naughty children. When we are lost, we will be as happy as a five-color plate. Now that we are all grown up, we can't play together as before. Where did the innocence of childhood go? I really miss it.

The river still flows eastward, never turning back, just like our youth whizzing by, our youth is not over yet. Now we should pursue youth, believe in ourselves, and youth will pass. We've waited too long.

When I was a child, there were always many childish dreams in my mind. In primary school, I had a new view of these dreams; Now, I am in middle school, and I have begun to work hard for my dream.

Dreams come when we need them most. When you are cold, it caresses you like a mother's hand; When you are lazy, it calls you to be diligent; When you are confused, it wakes you up; When you are proud, it makes you humble; When you are reckless, it calls you to be cautious; When you fall, it calls you to stand up; When you are afraid, it needs courage ... Life needs the call of dreams.

Dreams are like our shadows, they will follow us wherever we go. Every success is inseparable from its support; Every time we fail, we are on the guardianship side. It's just that it tests our loyalty and lets us learn from it. When we can't achieve it for various reasons, it will wait for us, wait for us to stand up again, and then take the initiative to come to us and ask us to work hard to achieve it. The dream is so pure and noble that people have to admire how many celebrities have succeeded with its encouragement.

Ah! Dream! You are inseparable from us, and you will always be with us! With our growth and employment, how grateful I am to you.

Dear students, let's walk with you and fly with you! In this way, our life will be more wonderful and beautiful!

When did our composition 15 start? We are like strangers. When we met, we didn't see the scenes of joking and fighting in the past. There are only faint greetings and jokes, and the air is filled with awkward atmosphere. We are just familiar strangers after all.

Since the beginning of this semester, we have quarreled more and more, and the longest time seems to be about a week. Every quarrel is a trivial matter, but it is a big thing in your eyes. I didn't do what I promised you because you thought it was my fault. I admit it, but do you know that sometimes you take it out on me when you are in a bad mood and then have a cold war? Is it my fault again? Maybe that's why our feelings are cold.

From the first day, I have a good relationship with you and Qingqing, which can be said to be an "iron triangle", but the best relationship is me and you. Maybe it's because we have been together after school, and we have time to listen to you every day about our past and present. At that time, I was the person who was most familiar with your affairs.

But now, the person who knows you best is Sunny, not me. You two often forget me together. Even Qingqing, who was kind to me, forgot me 1 and alienated me. I feel bad in my heart Our friendship has broken down. ...

We are just strangers who are familiar with each other and know each other's personalities and hobbies very well. We still live like this, fighting, playing and studying every day, but there is only one thing that cannot be turned back-friendship! Seeing that the "iron triangle" has become an "iron double angle", I feel so sad and hate the feeling of being ignored!

It turns out that I still can't let go of our friendship, and you won't. I'm just a clown forgotten and ignored by you.

Because, we are just strangers who are familiar with each other!