Essays from the first grade of junior high school

Essays from the first grade of junior high school (selected 15 articles)

In study and work, everyone knows essays, right? Essays are a prose genre that can also be records made while listening to lectures or reading. In order to make it easier and more convenient for everyone to write essays, here are the essays from the first grade of junior high school that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them.

Essay 1 for the first grade of junior high school

When you do something wrong, who forgives you? When you were injured, who took you to the hospital? Yes, they are parents.

When I had a birthday, my parents were giving me gifts! My mother said: "Happy birthday to you!" I said excitedly: "Thank you!" Later, we sang the birthday song together.

I remember another time, I accidentally sprained my foot. I felt a lot of pain, so I called my mother loudly. When my mother came, she said, "What's wrong?" I said, "I sprained my foot." After hearing this, my mother said, "Then you and I go to the hospital quickly!" From my mother's anxiety, I understood that my mother meant a lot to me. How good it is!

This is my mother, how good my mother is to me! Essay 2 for the first grade of junior high school

A few sad tunes could be heard faintly in the sound of rain, but then the tune became louder.

Under a cliff, a man in white was playing the piano attentively. It's a pity that no one can really understand my piano. The man in white suddenly raised his head and said sadly. He shook his head quickly, as if to drive away his displeasure.

Towering mountains suddenly appeared in front of the man in white. A rough male voice came from behind: OK, it's like there is a towering Mount Tai in front of me. The man in white was surprised for a moment, and his clothes fluttered a few times: The princes and nobles are not my close friends, could they be the person behind me? The man in white continued to play, and joyful water flowed through his fingers. Okay, it’s like a rushing river! No need to try again, he is my soulmate! The man in white thought. He stood up and turned around. In front of him was a woodcutter, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back and his clothes were a little tattered. The man in white didn't care about this. He said excitedly: You are my soulmate! The woodcutter was a little nervous, so he just rubbed his hands and said, "I'm just a rude woodcutter. I hope you won't laugh at me." The man in white didn't care. One year later, let's meet here again, okay? The woodcutter said nothing but nodded silently. Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yu Boya. My name is Zhong Ziqi. See you later. See you later!

The rain was pattering and gradually getting lighter...

Bo Ya sat anxiously at the foot of the cliff, unable to conceal his excitement. He paced, his clothes swaying in the wind.

The sky was getting darker little by little, and Boya’s face darkened little by little. How could it be? How could he be late? Something must have happened to him! It must be! Boya thought.

Day by day, Boya finally found Zhong Ziqi’s family. They told Boya that Zhong Ziqi had died a few months ago. In the drizzle, Boya walked to Zhong Ziqi's tomb, gently put down his qin, and played a piece of music against the dirt where Zhong Ziqi was buried.

Recalling the past spring, I met you by the river.

I came to visit again today, but I didn’t see my close friend.

But seeing a handful of dirt breaks my heart!

I am sad and sad, and I can’t bear the tears.

No need to worry about coming and going, there are sad clouds by the riverside.

This song will never be played again, and the three-foot Yao Qin will die for you!

With a crisp cracking sound, Boya turned around and walked away, his clothes fluttering. The broken strings trembled in the wind, making a squeaking sound, as if crying... Essay on the first grade of junior high school 3

It’s the second week of school, and the last unified test results are out Yes, I feel pressure from inside.

My grades were very unsatisfactory. The ancient poems I had memorized before and many words I learned in elementary school were all written incorrectly because I didn't remember them well. In addition, I usually study less and accumulate less, which is reflected in the results of the unified test. However, there are also students in the class who have very good grades, and this is the gap.

The gap is in front of me. I must examine my learning methods and attitudes. I can no longer learn Chinese in the same way as in elementary school. You should read more books and accumulate more books to enrich your knowledge, so that you can learn Chinese well.

Although there is a gap, I will not be discouraged because I am confident that with the help of the teacher, I can make up for this gap soon.

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This week the teacher told us: The school sports meeting is coming soon. Let each of our students sign up for an event that they are good at, and then pass a selection competition among classmates. Students with good grades can participate in the competition on behalf of the class. I very much hoped to represent the class in the competition, but things went against my wishes. I lost to other students at a slight disadvantage in the selection competition among classmates. It was such a pity.

I was very unconvinced and thought to myself: I will practice more and exercise well in the future, and I will definitely be there at the school sports meeting next year! This time it seems that I can only cheer for the students from our class on the sidelines of the competition. I hope our class can achieve good results in the sports meeting.

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In this week’s physics open experiment class, the teacher gave us three items: a battery, a small round magnet, and a length of enameled wire, and asked us to use these items Make a simple motor according to the method taught by the teacher. After returning home, although I followed the method, I could not succeed. I thought about the teacher's method again in my mind, and felt that my operation was not wrong? What's going on! So I checked some knowledge on the Internet. It turns out that the principle of a simple motor is: there is a magnetic field around the magnet, the battery provides current to the wire, and the conductor carrying the current moves in the magnetic field to cut the magnetic field lines. When I operate, because I use enameled wire, no current is provided to the conductor, so a magnetic field cannot be generated, so it always fails.

After figuring out the problem, I used a knife to carefully scrape off the copper paint on the surface of the enameled wire, and tried again, and it worked!

In this small production, I developed my hands-on ability and my ability to think when encountering problems, and at the same time stimulated my strong interest in physics. Such a small production is really interesting! Essay 4 of the first year of junior high school

In that summer that condensed all the dreams of the twelve-year-old, with the blessing of the thirteen-year-old, I crossed the threshold that I had admired so high at the beginning, but fell into a deep loss. . I left the arms of my parents and hurriedly shuttled through the campus every day, repeating the bleak life. From time to time, an indescribable sadness and melancholy came to my heart.

In those days, essays were my only sustenance. The lonely soul longs for talk and understanding. So, I wrote the essay with heart, integrating all the loss and sadness into the words. There is such a vague expectation in the dark, I just hope that my pessimistic heart can be understood by another person. I sent the essay and I quickly opened it. There was a line of beautiful cursive script on it: I hope you will succeed, and I also hope that you will succeed. Don't be too tired.

Since then, I have fallen in love with writing essays. That’s because what I write is a heavy and unrelaxed mood, and the happy comments are always put into a piece of original writing. A helpless sky. I fell in love with writing essays. From then on, I had someone to talk to, hope to wait, and the joy of being understood. As the days passed, I no longer felt depressed or despaired; with the days of writing essays, the relationship between teachers and students The distance is getting closer day by day.

The days passed quietly through layers of books and test papers, and the exam came.

Although I have worked hard, I still failed...

Although I can tell my pain through essays every week, it is inevitable... there are still a few more tears of pain and bitterness in my life. ......

Those days when you are heading towards strength, when the storm comes, comfort yourself that the sky will clear up after the rain; when failure comes, you sing to yourself that if your heart is still there, the dream will be there; those days when you are heading towards strength, , I regard the wind and rain as signs before the rainbow, the night as a prophecy of the coming dawn, failure as the wealth of life, and pain as the adjustment of life; in those days when I am heading towards strength, her words are always in my ears. echo. Her words pointed me in the direction of my trek, and I had no reason not to try hard, even if it was windy and rainy. Yes, if I give up on myself, I will apologize to no one.

There is a shadow in front because there is sunlight behind.

The bumpy road should be walked with singing; the lonely road should be found with a companion and walk together. Essay 5 on the first grade of junior high school

The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and it is the early autumn of another year. It is still like the vicissitudes of the old man's face, covered with the growth rings of the years. The sun hid behind the clouds early, and people after a busy day quietly fell asleep. Only I... am enjoying the taste of autumn alone.

Looking down the window, the cold moonlight swept across my face, walking through the narrow paths and passing thousands of houses. Everything was so quiet and peaceful, giving people a feeling of desolation. The peripheral vision dimmed, and I looked down at the path under the moonlight, thinking of my old friends and myself...

Looking back, I saw familiar faces. The roommates all fell into sleep comfortably. Maybe They were all dreaming of beautiful and happy dreams, so sweet... Unknowingly, tears fell quietly, feeling very helpless, sad, and lonely... Opening the doors and windows, it was so refreshing! Let the autumn wind blow on your face, let your thoughts disrupt the center of your brain, let time pass by before your eyes, and think of the old friends you separated from, and feel confused about the future. An old friend said, remember our colorful fairy tale world. On that distant horizon, there is a leaf of friendship falling. Use the tree as a witness to carve our names. Next autumn will be our lucky day. May we be happy first. . It's another autumn, and I've come to Linshi, which has completely changed my lazy self. I have a new environment and new friends. May I be happy first.

Unconsciously, the bell rang at 12:00 and it was another long sleep night. Dreamers were dreaming of colorful fairy tales. The teachers at Nuo University felt confused and under pressure. Maybe only in this way can they hone their skills. Self, improve yourself, and fight for yourself, until you have a strong hand among the strong, and bravely rush forward, unable to overcome any difficulties...

In the world of dreamy fairy tales, maple leaves are falling , still lingering in the old place in the city, thinking of our happy leaves again, tomorrow will still be brilliant, and it is a new starting point, with sorrow in my heart - sorrow, leave it all behind, and race with the sun.

The leaves are floating in the starry sky, bringing the flight of the heart. Speed ??up the pace and chase bravely. Life will never stop. Work hard and my heart will fly. Essay 6 for the first grade of junior high school

Today is the second day since entering school, and it is also the day when military training begins.

Full of enthusiasm, I stood on the training ground wearing a military training uniform. The instructor was a future policeman named Long. The first impression he gave me was that of an amiable big brother, but the subsequent training made me realize that he was also a stern instructor.

The sun was scorching in the sky, and the air seemed like boiling water. Beads of sweat flowed from his head, and his cheeks were as red as apples. However, the scorching sun cannot shake our upright bodies, and the high temperature cannot destroy our will. As the new generation of the Chinese nation, we can persevere for our ideals and never give up easily.

The amount of training in the afternoon was greater, and the burden on our bodies was also greater, but the students in Class 2 still stood proud with their best mentality, best learning ability, and most standard military posture. The entire freshman year of high school.

Every student’s self-introduction made us familiar with each other, and the team’s cohesion has made a qualitative leap.

The indescribable strength between each classmate allows us to endure all pressure! Essay 7 for the first grade of junior high school

Walking on the street, walking casually. Everything is fresh and natural, what a morning. After breakfast, we took a detour from one street to another, passed through the crowds, and walked into the quiet alleys. In front of a store, I stopped.

I want to bring some food back. I think. So, I went in. There were not many people in the store, and I got my portion quickly, without taking much time. I simply rested on the chair for a while. The store clerk was very nice and didn't care about it, but didn't say anything. After all, I am not familiar with this store. I just bought something to eat, and I am no different from other diners.

Just suddenly, the sound came out of his mouth. I thought it was me, but when I was about to get up, I saw the figure at the door. It was a short, shabby figure, leaning on a stick and carrying a bag. Maybe he still had messy hair, but I didn't take a closer look, because the store owner quickly stepped forward, stuffed something in his hand, and let him go. I don't know what it is, it's just the shadow of a golden circle shining in the sun. He retreated without saying anything. His figure seemed to disappear in the sunlight. I could no longer tell where his gaze was. Everything fell apart naturally.

Then, he walked away. I don’t know whether he entered the next store. My eyes went away because I was leaving. I was walking on the street, walking in one direction, and then fell into an unknown dream. I vaguely remember that a long time ago, I also saw such a figure. It seemed that there were just some musical instruments. That time, I was the store owner. In a daze, I looked very far away. It was someone I knew, stepping into the door. There seemed to be some extra gifts, but I didn’t know where I was!

But soon, I I have to put aside these unrealistic ideas. I still have a lot of things to do. This seemingly long vacation is actually very short and does not allow me to have too many fantasies.

What a beautiful morning this is! I’ll leave it at that. Essay 8 for the first grade of junior high school

Friday came as scheduled.

The sky is still as gray as ever. I can’t remember how many times it rained this month. In my impression, there would be elegant raindrops arriving quietly more or less every day.

Now, it is already late winter, and there is still some water on the ground. The bald and black yacha has no life at all. Even the occasional emerald green will be crushed by the ruthless cold wind.

The cold winter days are always extremely long.

Outside the house, there is rain; inside, there is a lot of noise.

It was difficult to wait until school was over.

The rain is still falling tirelessly from the sky. It just gets smaller and smaller as it goes down.

As the saying goes, the apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, but the willow wind blows your face without chilling. Okay, I admit it. This rain is neither apricot blossom rain nor willow wind, nor is it spring. But it's still refreshing. The fatigue and difficulty in studying became a thing of the past in an instant.

I walked out of the school gate calmly as usual, turned around and saw my mother waving to me.

The middle-aged woman leaning on the bridge is my mother. The years have indeed left traces on her face, and the long period of running around has made her appear mentally weak.

Except for special circumstances, my mother and I would probably go home through that alley. I don’t know the reason for this. I think maybe it is the path closest to my home!

My mother took the schoolbag in my hand and stretched out a hand to hold my shoulder. Walk towards the long alley.

The rain gradually stopped.

Most of the alleys are filled with vendors selling vegetables and fruits, and most of these vendors are old people in their fifties or sixties.

The sound of selling is endless.

My mother has always been in my ear to study harder and be worthy of your mother.

To be honest, I don’t like this. I think mothers and daughters should talk about everyday things.

Just when I was restless, an electric tricycle in front attracted my attention.

No! wrong! Not an electric tricycle. But the person sitting on it!

That was an old man wearing a straw hat. Visually estimated to be about sixty years old. Sallow complexion, thin muscles, unkempt hair.

However, these are not the things that attract my attention the most. What really shocked me was his clothing.

It is still the depth of winter, but this old man is wearing a yellow short-sleeved shirt covered with grease!

He was not wearing socks, his feet were bare, and he was wearing sandals instead of winter boots.

When I looked at him, he was covering his thighs with a piece of cloth. I knew he was wearing a pair of shorts, but I didn't know he was wearing tattered shorts.

I was shocked! I couldn't feel the cold the old man was suffering. But even if I wear two sweaters and a cotton-padded jacket, I will still shiver.

At that moment, my heart trembled.

The old man jumped off the tricycle and walked alone at the end of the alley.

The sun sets in the west and the west wind becomes stronger.

The old man’s shadow stretches long to the east of the alley, as if it is the only remaining speck of dust in the afterglow. Essay 9 for the first grade of junior high school

My mother said that I like to meddle in "nosy things". She told me to stop meddling in "nosy things" and to calm down and study hard.

But one time, I was walking on the way home and saw a 60-year-old grandfather struggling to move forward while pulling coal. I quickly ran up and said, "Grandpa, let me push it for you!" After that, I pushed the coal cart forward. The coal dust stained his clothes black, and sweat flowed from his head. I gritted my teeth and pushed the coal cart to my grandfather's house. The old man stretched out his thumb and said: "It is socialism that can educate such good children." I thought: "As long as it can bring glory to the society, the more such "noisy things" the better! Essays from the first grade of junior high school 10

I had breakfast at home, picked up my schoolbag and rode a bicycle to school happily. Today, the weather was very sunny, and my mood was as good as the weather.

There was someone there just after I entered the school gate. There was a bulletin board, which contained some important things in the school, red lists, happy things, etc. I just paid attention to it as before. By chance, a group of people gathered together to read a notice: It is a holiday this afternoon. , because I can easily play all afternoon.

Usually I am about to go to class when I get to my seat, and today is no exception. As usual, I put down my schoolbag, took out my book, and calmed down. Waiting for the teacher to start class quietly. When I was putting my school bag, I saw a small note in my desk box. When I was about to open it, the bell rang. At this time, I put the note aside. While I was lecturing, I was going to open the note and read it.

I immediately got the note and opened it. It said: Let's go to the movies together this afternoon. The boy's name. When I thought it was a boy, I felt a little embarrassed. I had to reject him! The ancients said: What if he gets angry and doesn't treat me as a friend? When I was conflicted, there were still a few minutes left in the fourth period.

After class, he asked me: "Have you thought about it?" Go or not? "I said: "Not very good. "What's the big deal? What's the big deal between classmates going to see a movie?" " He said. He added: "Others have agreed, you are the only one who is so troublesome. "I said: "Is there anyone else? "About a dozen," he said boldly.

I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Essay 11 from the first grade of junior high school

Suddenly I had some ideas about life, so I jotted them down. .

——Inscription

A cousin of mine lives in the mountains, and she always passes a funeral parlor every time she goes up the mountain.

Of course, she also has to go down the mountain every time. Pass that funeral home.

At the entrance of this museum, there is a gloomy and ancient door. The scratches on it are full of vicissitudes of time. It is surrounded by a wall as high as a person, covered with moss. Looking at the wall Above, several houses in the courtyard can be vaguely seen. There is a row of windows on the houses, and a faint light can be vaguely seen.

Everywhere in this place is weird and heavy, especially at night, when the desolate and dim street lights made my hair stand on end as I walked down the mountain to go home.

When I walked through here, my heart began to feel tingly and my steps became heavy. I wanted to go down the mountain quickly, I wanted to speed up my pace, but the faster I went, the more I felt like something was going on. The wind also became the howling of ghosts. That's really like taking one step and looking back three times, scaring yourself.

However, for several weeks, I saw that iron door. The iron door of the funeral home opened with a sigh, cutting through the desolation of the night, and the weight was like an old man, and then the sorrow and firecrackers were crying. The sounds sounded together, and it suddenly felt like the air was frozen.

When the door opens, the mystery disappears. When the door opens, the sadness is revealed. Is this simple old cabin the last stop in life? In the future, one day, I will too. Although it took a long, long time to experience this, it is inevitable. The dull, cookie-cutter life will eventually come to an end. In this way, you may leave with regret, regret, and nostalgia. Although human beings cannot resist the footsteps of death, they can make their limited life exert infinite value. Life, life - is it really that simple?

Suffering is undoubtedly painful. Facing the dead, you have no right to choose. You must cherish the opportunity to live.

When you are alive, don’t let the world suffer because of you. When you are alive, don’t let your life be worthless. Living, you can be an ordinary person, but you can make your life tense and fulfilling. As long as we have struggled, as long as life has been glorious, why do you need to lament that life is so short? Essays on the first grade of junior high school 12

At five thirty, school is over, and it is pouring with rain.

At 5:40, it was completely dark. The school gate was very crowded, and the sound of umbrellas clattering from time to time was heard, but it was basically diluted by the heavy rain. I looked around at the crowd, but I still didn't see the familiar figure, and my shirt was soaked. At five-fifty, there were only a few scattered figures at the school gate. The street lights turned on, and my vision became even more blurry. My glasses were covered with water droplets, making the lights arrogant. The burden on my shoulders seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. It felt heavy and helpless, so I had no choice but to walk into the communication room. As soon as I opened the door, my eyes immediately turned white. I immediately took the heavy weight off my shoulders.

“Hey, where are you, Mom?”

“Dad is going to pick you up today, I’m on a business trip.”

“Hey, Dad "Where are you?"

"I just finished the meeting, I will rush to your place right away"

I fell down on the chair in the reception room, it was so comfortable. ah. Unknowingly, he fell into sleep.

At 6:50, I woke up, looked around, and remembered. I opened the door and went out. It was extremely quiet at the school gate, and the rain seemed to have lightened up a lot.

"Hey, are you here?"

"Right now, I'm stuck."

It's finally here, and I put my schoolbag on my back again, After a long waiting journey, I randomly found a place to sit down, pulled up a few weeds, played with them and admired them carefully. After a while, I didn’t know where the grass had gone, and I became bored again, holding my schoolbag. Hum a song.

The surrounding streets have long been deserted, but the street lights are still on. Of course, there is also a constant flow of vehicles, and the sound of horns will not stop for a moment, shielding a car and constantly looking for it. , hoping, but the surprises came to nothing again and again.

Six twenty, finally here, my God, can I beat him up?

A small thing

A small thing, small or big.

The night fades, the setting sun gradually climbs to the horizon, and the cicadas and birds everywhere seem to be the clarion call for attack. I sit there and watch quietly, and the fragrance of flowers seems like billowing smoke. This tile is the battlefield filled with smoke and raging war.

Unknowingly, it felt like being in it and becoming one of the many ant soldiers. Watermelon

The insect chariot roared in front, "Kill!" The screams were deafening, "A detachment is following me!" "Yes!" A group of men and horses charged at the fully armed watermelon insect soldiers. Kill, "Charge!" The watermelon insect raised its sharp blade and penetrated the ant soldier's body. "Brother!" "Brothers, follow me and avenge Xiao Er." More ant soldiers died under the death-like scythe. Facing the endless gnawing of many ants, a watermelon worm fell to the ground. But the situation is still not good,

"Brothers, hold on, reinforcements are coming soon."

"Go home, have breakfast."

"Wait Yes, I'll finish it."

At some point, there were more insect soldiers, and the ground was filled with blood. "Reinforcements have arrived." A large group of ants swarmed over. Seeing that the situation was over, the watermelon insect made a decisive decision. withdraw!

The army was defeated like a mountain, and ants swarmed in like a tide. The attack was so fierce that the watermelon worm was killed without the slightest ability to fight back. The watermelon worm obviously did not have the wisdom of the wolf, and there was no one to retreat. Chasing and fighting, armored Warring States warriors were wiped out one after another, falling to the ground like thousand-year-old stone statues.

The watermelon bug was defeated and fled in panic, with few survivors.

The dead watermelon insects were dragged back into the hole by the ant soldiers. There were also some dead ant soldiers on the ground, which were also dragged back to the ant nest by other ants and buried well.

My stomach growled in protest, and my legs became numb. I stood up, patted the dust on my body, and headed home. Essay 13 for the first grade of junior high school

People say, "Only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass." However, I think my father is also very good!

My father has a figure that is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, a pair of big eyes, and two ears that are neither too big nor too small. Dad has many hobbies, such as singing, drinking, playing chess, and playing computers. My father especially likes to wear suits and raise fish and shrimps.

My father is also a helpful little citizen. One day, the sky was gray and dark, and it was about to rain. Dad was rushing home. He saw Uncle Yang harvesting rice. When Dad saw it, he didn't care about going home. He hurriedly walked over, picked up something, and harvested rice with Uncle Yang. The two of them were busy harvesting rice and putting it into big bags. Old Man Yang was so busy that he was out of breath. Dad asked him to take a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. The rain came at the wrong time, and it started to rain heavily with a "crash". Dad didn't let the rain stop what he was going to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place where there was no rain. After finishing the work, Dad had become a drowned rat. Uncle Yang asked Dad to take a rest at his house and wait for the rain to stop before going home. Dad refused and returned home in heavy wind and rain.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom hurriedly touched Dad's forehead, "Ah, why is it so hot?" So Mom hurriedly called many people. When Dad woke up, many people looked at him: relatives and friends, and people who Dad had helped before. There are so many, and Old Man Yang is here too. Everyone said that my father was the best person, but my father said, what is so important, I should do it! After hearing this, everyone thought of the good deeds he had just done. They all gave a thumbs up and said that they would learn from him and do more good deeds in the future.

My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others. Essay on the first grade of junior high school 14

One day I stood in front of the window and found that the leaves of the big tree outside the window had fallen off a lot, forming a golden carpet on the ground. Oh, autumn is coming. This thought brought inexplicable thoughts to my mind, along with a touch of sadness.

In a few days or weeks, the leaves of that big tree will be swept away by the autumn wind. The big trees will become bare and lifeless.

The wind blew, and the big trees began to lose their leaves again. One, two... fallen leaves danced in the wind and drifted across my sight. They swirled alone all the way, like a dancing elf, and like a warrior struggling with death. The last beauty of their lives seemed to be ignited extremely brilliantly at this moment, turning into a graceful arc between heaven and earth, and then slowly falling to the ground.

I remember Gong Zizhen’s evaluation of them: “Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.” Perhaps fallen leaves use this way to continue their own value. It dances in the autumn wind with people's pursuit of eyes, abandoning the resentful past and falling gently to the ground. If there is another wind or rain, it can be buried deeply in the soil to nourish the big tree and repay the big tree. Fallen leaves make people realize the greatness and vitality of nature.

When the leaves fall off, the mottled black trunk and dead branches of the big tree are revealed. It was very crude and even ugly. However, it is like some hidden truth, slowly unfolding in the yellowed book of the years. That may not be beautiful, but it is of great value. It is the truth that remains after all modifications and hypocrisy have been shed. It is a spirit of returning to the essence, and it is also a kind of simple beauty.

The autumn wind blew away the faint sadness in my heart. The autumn earth moved me deeply. Essays from the first grade of junior high school 15

Since the holiday, it has been drizzling every day. Today it has finally cleared up. I feel very happy to see such good weather. At the same time, today is the gathering of our high school classmates. days.

In the morning, after breakfast, I set off from home early and walked towards my destination, our alma mater. Along the way, I had a lot of thoughts, imagining the changes in my classmates and what would happen after meeting, etc. Time passed unknowingly, and finally we arrived at our alma mater. As soon as I walked into the campus, I could still see the past scenes clearly, and I suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in my heart. At the same time, I also found that our alma mater has changed a lot. First of all, the teaching building was put on new clothes and painted, and then the canteen was changed, the library was built, etc., all of which appeared after we left. Walking along the tree-lined avenue of the campus and thinking carefully about my previous study life, it is really a unique experience. At this time, I saw only a few students who were making up classes walking sparsely on the path. They were in a hurry, and time was too precious for them now. Along the tree-lined path, I came to our meeting place - the classroom where I used to study. At this time, several classmates had already arrived. I quickened my pace and shouted their names loudly. Naturally, there was a greeting, and The surprise on everyone's face was clearly evident. Next, with everyone laughing, the students came one after another. After a round of greetings, we walked towards the next destination - the teacher's home. Our head teacher is still the same as before, very humorous and interesting. The next time is for everyone to have dinner and have fun...

The day ended with laughter. What a great reunion for classmates!