My composition in the second day of junior high school

In normal study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is my senior two composition 10 that I helped you organize. I hope I can help you.

My composition 1 China Tea Ceremony in Grade Two is profound and has a long history. The birth of every kind of tea contains the extraordinary inner meaning of those craftsmen. So that every kind of tea has remained in the ocean of history and the changes of years, and it has been passed down to this day. Tea ceremony, tea ceremony, taste its taste, taste its way, let future generations understand and feel its meaning.

In these thousands of years, people have long known that innovation is the soul. They are different, but very different. The creation of every kind of tea is hard-won. Inventors went deep into mountains, entered wild forests, crossed oceans and swam rivers just to find the taste in their hearts.

Kudingcha, its bitterness makes people know the difficulties in the world. Small fish in bright red clothes are swimming in Dahongpao. A pure fragrance flows between your tongue with a drop of tea and slowly moistens your taste buds. There must be good tea in famous places, and West Lake Longjing came into being. It tastes like a thin silk screen, which firmly locks your brain and keeps your lips and teeth fragrant.

But in this vast world, I just chose this matcha. Matcha, the first time I saw it, I only felt a big lovely hand shaking at me. I picked it up and swallowed it in a flash. I want to eat a big meal. But I only felt a strong hand holding my tongue tightly. A bitter taste, like a devil, keeps on my lips, ready to impact my brain. At the moment when everything was in full swing, suddenly, I felt a special taste, mellow, smooth and lasting, occupying my whole body.

It's really interesting. Matcha seems to be writing the triumph of life. Bitter before sweet, just like life. How can you succeed without tempering? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

I seem to see a person who is enduring the merciless beatings and curses of others, but still strong and unyielding. When he succeeded, all the slander and criticism became the steps of his success. It was fire and snow that honed him, and it was pain that reshaped him. At the moment, I just feel that he is another me.

In a small cup of tea, you can taste such a profound philosophy of life. Tea ceremony, life also!

Humen Foreign Language School is a famous boarding school in Dongguan. It is a campus with beautiful scenery, charming scenery and fresh air.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw the tall and majestic bell tower. The bell tower is very high, as tall as a giant. There is a small window on the bell tower, through which you can see what is inside. The bell tower is engraved with "learning for the rise of China", which inspires our growth.

Along the corridor, we came to the vegetable garden. The vegetable garden is very big. How big is it? About the size of three or four football fields. There is green water all year round. In spring, vegetables seem to wave to us frequently. Cabbage has a smiling face, and its fat face seems to be bigger than ours! In summer, pepper is green, corn girl is admiring her green hair, and tomato children are playing hide-and-seek with each other. They are really a group of naughty children hiding under their mother's green coat. In autumn, beans play together in small groups, broccoli greets us with that warm smile, and shallots stand neatly in the ground. In winter, some vegetables have withered, only radish, cabbage and leaves have not withered, and they are showing us vigorous vitality.

Further on is the playground, full of laughter and laughter. It brings us happiness, relaxes our mood and will not be overwhelmed by the pressure of study. There are slides, swings, spacewalkers and other entertainment facilities. I like swinging best. The swing swings to a high place at once, which is very exciting and fun. Whenever there is a big break, the students will play carefree and very happy!

Humen Foreign Language School has many charming scenery. You can come and see for yourself. You are always welcome to come!

The third part of my composition in the second day of junior high school is the moment when blue turns purple, which also indicates the arrival of ruthless night, but I believe that night is generous!

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Seeing the purple sky, I remembered that "the most beautiful sunset glow is red" and felt a little warm, calm and warm. But who knows that behind the purple is the night, which will replace this beauty?

I am sitting on a speeding train, and the exam is the same. Just like a train, there is nothing warm except passengers competing, just like the night that covers the earth.

Unfortunately, the exam is always cruel, but during the train running, I greedily enjoyed the flowers and plants outside the window and tasted their fragrance, and my heart was full of comfort. So, I didn't pass the "examination door" and was kicked off the train, surrounded by thorns, no flowers and no green grass. There are only two roads, one is a road with pleasant scenery, and the other is a road of frustration and failure against thorns. And I chose that road, just like "first frost", and chose the one with fewer people.

I tried to touch the thorns, but I got a kind of pain, so I fought against them, leaving my blood on this road, but I got flowers and birds. Yes, I conquered it. I saw the train waving to me in the distance, and I flew on the train again. The difference is that I no longer miss those flowers and plants.

Somehow, I seem to see a glimmer of light from the darkness. I want to catch him with joy, but he disappears again, which seems to imply that my train journey will be more difficult, but as long as I persist, there will be light. Night has become generous, and he left me some wealth, like everything I have, which will accompany me all my life.

So the train is faster, but the dawn will come.

Night is generous, only because it brings me a beautiful dawn.

-P.S.

When I was in primary school, an activity organized by the brigade made me remember it vividly, which is still unforgettable because in that activity, I got different feelings and experiences that others didn't have.

On that day, members of the brigade wore ribbons on their shoulders and distributed leaflets on garbage classification at the school gate. Although I am usually very good, I always fall off the chain at such a critical moment. No, I stood there, afraid to move, staring at passers-by, silly. This is a primary school girl coming up and asking, "Sister, do you still have flyers?" I just came to my senses and blushed when I saw that everyone else was happy. I don't want my primary school girls to see my jokes. I watched a passer-by walk towards her, but I couldn't get out. My primary school sister took a look at me and walked away. My face has a fever. It's hard to try.

"Try again! But what if someone refuses? It's okay. Now is the time to learn a lesson, sum up experience and do it again. No matter what, you can't joke. " After fierce fighting, the two sides finally decided to try again!

I walked to a passer-by again, with the grief and indignation of going to the execution ground, so the result was of course-rejection! Why did you try again, but it didn't work? I want to observe how others do it. I saw that primary school girl with a bright smile walked lightly towards passers-by. It should have been like this!

I learned to smile, aimed at a kind middle-aged aunt, took a deep breath, pulled up my mouth and walked quickly to her. There are three steps, two steps, one step ... My heart beats faster and faster with my footsteps. A few short steps, in my heart, are as long as centuries. Finally! I stood in front of my aunt, pulled out a smile that I thought was beautiful, introduced the leaflet with a sweet voice, and handed it over. I saw that the aunt raised an eyebrow and took the leaflet. I looked at the passers-by who took my flyer and seemed motionless. I can't believe that's true. It took me a while to react: yes, I succeeded! I looked around at my companions, suppressed my ecstasy and walked to another passerby with a decent smile. In the blink of an eye, the leaflets were distributed.

How do I know if I can do it unless I try again? If you are not ready, how can you succeed when you try again? "Try again" is like a hurdle, only those who really have the courage can cross it. Try again is like a door. How to open the door without a key and not ready? Try again! Try again! After success, you will get more happiness!

The fifth article of my second grade composition is missing, and I have lost my true self. I couldn't find my way back, and I couldn't understand me at that time. -inscription

I don't know when I began to disguise myself, put on hard armor and become less sensitive, but I longed for laughter, freedom and others to understand me.

Many times I wonder who I am, what kind of person I am, what kind of personality I have … me? What it feels like. I began to try to read and understand myself, only to find that I had already become secular.

I like to stand on a high place and look down, watching the crowds coming and going and watching the busy streets, but I can't see through myself. Maybe I'm numb, or maybe I'm afraid of reality and the gap between reality and ideal is too big. But I am only 13 years old. Why should I care so much? I tried to understand myself, but found myself lost in this world.

Maybe this is what I really look like, timid, cowardly and sophisticated. ...

Looking at myself in the mirror, for an instant, I seem to have entered another world. I met a woman who seemed as confused as me. Her face is blurred. I wanted to get a closer look at her face, so she hid and ran away. I followed her footsteps and came to a room. It was dark in the room and she leaned against the corner. I didn't come near, but I heard her deep sobs. At the moment, her heart and I seem to be connected. I read her sadness, which is very real.

I asked her.

"Why?"

There was no answer, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

She is still sobbing, and it hurts to listen.

Shivering, I came back to reality. How wonderful it would be to look at the familiar face in the mirror and remember the appearance of being young and ignorant before. The cold wind whizzed past my ear and asked me if I could still read by myself. But I'm still at a loss. I almost go crazy to recall, to find, to know myself and find my true self. But everything seems to be in vain. I can't find that ignorant self in the cruel society, let alone understand the innocence at that time. ...

Postscript: Time flies. At that moment, I found my true self and read the naive girl. I finally got rid of it.

I, a student, procrastination, my symptoms, as a student, I want to overcome this "super virus", otherwise, the future is dark.

Thinking about procrastinating this "devil" really hurts my brain and brings me several troubles.

For example, last time, I went back to the dormitory at night and washed my feet. I wanted to wash my socks after washing, and then I thought: one pair is 5 points today and the other is 5 points tomorrow. Then I might as well save more pairs and "destroy" them all at once in my spare time. Yes, that's right. Three days later, taking out the socks was simply a "biochemical weapon" leak, with a killing radius of 10 meter. The whole dormitory was filled with "poisonous gas" in an instant, so I had to endure it and rush to wash it, otherwise my comrades and I would be "martyred".

On Saturday morning, I went home to do my homework, but when I got home, the first thing I did was watch TV. I think, forget it, I'll do my homework this afternoon. I have the second thing to do in the afternoon to play with my mobile phone, thinking: I will write it tomorrow morning, and there is still plenty of time. The next morning, I want to write at school in the afternoon.

At school, there are only two words-despair. There was too much homework, so I had to use a "shadowless hand" from an expert to save myself. From 1: 30 to 3: 30, I fought for several hours and finally finished my homework.

Procrastination. I hate you. You're gonna kill me.

My grades are getting worse and worse because of procrastination, and my life is messed up because of you.

Last semester, I left my homework every day until tomorrow. Homework crowded into a pile and became the ultimate monster, making homework constantly "attack" me. As a result, the homework was full of mistakes and was criticized by the teacher.

For example, I went back to the classroom after going to the toilet with my classmates yesterday. As soon as I sat down, the teacher called me. I still don't know what happened. Oh, yes. It should be the last dictation. Due to procrastination, I can't remember my notes in an hour. When I take dictation, my brain has only 3% storage space. Making things up can only be fooled. After the teacher taught me a lesson, I thought: I must get rid of the devil of procrastination.

For my study and my future, I must work hard-goodbye and delay.

The most impressive trip was during the summer vacation this year, when I went to the seaside for the first time.

We went to Yangjiang City, Guangdong Province. We sat in the car for six hours, and then our backs ached. However, there is no white pain, because I am very satisfied with my trip to the beach. That day, we set off at six o'clock, almost twelve o'clock. We are hungry and hungry. The food we can order is seafood, nothing else. I'm not used to it, so I'm a little unhappy. After dinner, we arrived at the hotel Because there are seven people, we reserved two rooms. After having a rest in the room, we set out to play.

When I first went to the beach, I was a little excited.

We went to the boat first. Our ship is sailing at sea. There are waves everywhere. I tried to touch it with my hands, and my hands were soaked. Maybe our boat was disturbed by fish in the sea. From time to time, fish fly out of the sea, which makes us exclaim. Many people quickly took out their mobile phones and waited for the next dive. I'm glad to see that I want to be as free as a fish. Before the end of the voyage, I suddenly saw the garbage scattered at sea and thought, hey! Less garbage at sea will be more beautiful!

When we finished sailing, we got on the bus and headed for the beach. It takes about a few minutes to get to the seaside, and the rest is on foot. Finally arrived at the seaside, a sea breeze blew, cool, just say "cool". From a distance, the blue sky, blue sea and golden beach are all beautiful. I took off my shoes and walked along the beach, suddenly feeling itchy under my feet. Looking up, it turned out to be a little sand crab! It is really small. I looked down at it. It looked at me, then suddenly turned and ran away without any trace.

The time was not noticed until 6 pm. I don't know when the sunset hung on the sea. The tour guide said that the sunrise seen on the beach was the most beautiful. So everyone took out their mobile phones and fixed this beautiful moment.

Back to the hotel, it was almost eleven o'clock, but I was not tired.

The next day, we embarked on a journey home. The beach, the sea, the fish and the sunset make me unforgettable.

The girl I remember will always be the goddess in my heart.

At that time, she was the monitor of our class She is tall and has a good figure. Her face is a little dark, her eyes are big and her facial features are delicate. She always smiles and feels a little silly, which makes people feel very sunny and happy.

Her grades are very good, and she always gets a good place in the grade. But that's not why I admire her. What makes me feel incredible is that this girl, at that age, has such perseverance and self-discipline ability.

I don't have much contact with her. I heard from other girls that the monitor is frugal. I heard that her family is not very good, even poor, so she learned to be frugal at an early age. Even the classmates who grew up with her were surprised by his various habits. Our monitor will try his best to save a lot of things. Her handwriting is neither too small nor too beautiful, but it is very neat, and she will hardly waste any books. Even if the teacher asks for a new notebook to do her homework, she will use the original notebook and use the rest as draft paper. Save paper. Never scribble on paper. The draft is neat, without wasting any blank space. Snacks seem to have nothing to do with her. Pencils can always be used for a short time and never give up. Even at school, she will consciously save a lot of things, probably because she has developed a habit.

Besides, she will keep exercising. Because she thinks that keeping fit can reduce the chance of getting sick. So she keeps running every day and always gets up early and goes to the playground for a morning run. I heard that she also gets up on time on Saturday and Sunday. Getting up early is really a great thing for children like us. Like me, I have too many bad habits compared with the monitor.

She studies very hard, so all the teachers like her very much. But she always works too hard and always asks some extracurricular questions, which makes the teacher, sometimes, very confused. We are also surprised at this. But I still like her like that. Let me pay tribute to her again and again.

What I admire is not because she has so many good habits, nor because her grades are so good, but because she has always insisted and she has always been so perfect. Maybe I can have that habit, maybe it will stop in 2 1 days, but she's not. She can persist longer and overcome her rebellious mentality. Maybe I can try once. You got a good grade in the exam, but I can't stick to it day after day and year after year like her.

Many things are easy to do, but hard to stick to. Some things are not easy to do, and it will be more difficult to stick to them. But she did it. She held on. But, what about me? I don't want to keep looking up at her, maybe I'm still on my way!

She won't just dream, and I won't always be on the road.

My composition in the second day of junior high school is 9: China, an endless generation. Classics are family heirlooms. No matter how the system in China changes and how many hardships the people in China have experienced, the classics are the crystallization of the Chinese nation. Of course, under the influence of classics, I have also become a small sapling that is not crooked.

Hold the three-character classic-modesty, Zhu Dexiao first.

When we were born in this world, we were all destined to be responsible for our own lives. We must face all stages of life, from moss to snow, from moist skin to gradually rough face. Only after years have deeply engraved this witness on our faces will we truly feel the charm of filial piety in San Zi Jing, which is very important to life and society.

"When you are four years old, you can make pears."

At the age of seven, I loved to read the catchy illustrated three-character classics. The simple and easy-to-understand sentences were refreshing and deeply influenced me. I read the story of Kong Rong Jean Pear and Wen over and over again.

The story of "melting four years old can make pears" spread all over the streets. When I first heard it, I was shocked. Because the children of our time live a mouth-to-mouth life, and all of them are little princesses and little princes. Parents and servants generally serve, offering sacrifices like offering Buddha, holding them in their hands and holding them in their mouths, but children still can't learn humility, but feel that their parents should. Listen to Kong Rong again; As the youngest in my family, I can't compete with my parents and brothers. What amazing words, a four-year-old child can do such touching behavior. I'm thinking that a four-year-old child can know the way to humility. Why can't I not compete with my younger brothers and sisters at dinner, and be modest compared with those who are younger or older than me? This is a classic, a classic that taught me to be humble.

"Xiang is nine years old and can warm the mat."

Xiangjiu Huang/Kloc-was very sensible when he was 0/8 years old and was able to help his parents with housework. In summer, Huang Xiang was afraid that her parents would be bitten by mosquitoes while sleeping, so she used a fan to cool her parents down. In winter, Huang Xiang was afraid that the bed was too cold for her parents to sleep, so she got into bed first, and when it was warm, her parents could sleep. The story that Xiangjiu Huang/KLOC-can warm up at the age of 0/8 makes me understand; We are all destined to bear the responsibility of filial piety, not a matter of time, but filial piety, which we should have done. Since then, I have tried my best to do what I can for my parents, which is called filial piety. This is a classic, which makes me understand the classic of filial piety.

The beauty of poetry-caring for the country and the people and the motherland.

At the age of eleven, I gradually began to get in touch with poetry. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice is choking the ferry. The poet Taibai vented his depression in the Taihang snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by a stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing to the sun in a small boat and embarking on my career? I seem to hear Taibai sigh for his talent a thousand years ago, but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to drown our sorrows. Talented people have their own worries about the country and the people. Worried about the country and the king all his life. He said that he dared not forget his concern for the country, so Julian Waghann decided to go north to the Central Plains to celebrate. He told me that he was concerned about his country and people, which made me admire and reminded me to be a patriotic person. This is a classic, a classic that taught me to be patriotic.

When I was thirteen years old, I picked up the Disciple Rules and couldn't put it down. It taught me to be filial to my parents and love my brothers and sisters in my daily life. Secondly, we should live together cautiously and keep our word. It is very important to get along with the public in an equal and friendly way, get close to people with kindness and learn from them. If you still have extra time and energy after doing it, then enrich and learn other useful knowledge. This is a classic, a classic that taught me to be a man and learn.

Classics, like a gurgling stream, are slow and comfortable without hitting people directly; Classics, which have accompanied me through fourteen spring and autumn periods, are my spiritual food and a ladder for my progress.

On the day of my second grade composition 10-it was my tenth birthday, and my mother woke me up early in the morning and said that she would take me to make up. I stretched myself and pulled the window bar. Wow! What a heavy fog. Fog is like a loving mother, gently stroking your cheek, which makes people feel extremely warm!

I sat in my mother's battery car and looked back and forth on both sides of the road. The trees on both sides of the road are as cold as me. Pedestrians come and go, and some are running. I am in a hurry; Some people are walking slowly with their partners and chatting together. ...

When I arrived at Jubilance, a beautiful elder sister led me to the dresser, and my hair was tied up in a short time with skillful movements. Suddenly, a man patted me in the back, and I was scared to death. Looking back, it turned out to be my cousin and her mother! Cousin quickly put the gift she gave me in front of me, and made a rhythmic "Dangdang … Dangdang …" sound! It turned out to be a furry toy dog. I'm glad to say thank you. Cousin turned her head and said, "Sister, you have to repay me!" " "I said how to repay, and she whispered in my ear," Ask this big sister to help me make up! " "I smiled, since my cousin said so, I had to let her get it!

At noon, many parents' relatives and friends came. I sat in the rocking chair next to me, worried about how I would make a speech on the stage in the near future and looked out of the window. It's almost noon. Grandpa Sun smiled at me and said, "Look at you, you are so timid!" Thinking about it, I heard someone calling me. It turned out to be my little friends. Cousin said, "Happy birthday, sister. I gave you an ultraman, which is my favorite. Now I will give it to you. She will protect you well! " I smiled and said, "Good! Thank you! " Then, they send: talking dolls, clothes, writing, drift bottles and Barbie dolls. ...

In the evening, I lay in bed and saw some books and a letter beside the bed. It turned out to be a gift from my parents. The letter said: "Usually, my parents are busy and have no time to take care of you. Your father and I are glad that you have learned to stand on your own feet ... These are some books your father and I gave you. This book is what you always wanted, but your mother didn't have time to buy it for you ... I hope you can learn Robinson's will and don't encounter any difficulties and obstacles. Tears welled up in my eyes. I read the books I really wanted: Education of Love, Biography of Celebrities and Robinson Crusoe.

Nowadays, whenever I pick up those books, I will think of those past events.