Composition on time in the second grade of junior high school

In study, work or life, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. So have you ever understood composition? Below are 10 essays I collected for you in the second grade of junior high school. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Composition on the second grade of junior high school, Part 1

In this adolescence, it is inevitable that there are two young people around. We eat together every day, go to the bathroom together, and listen to classes together. One of them has a very stubborn temper, but her big lotus leaf head makes her look particularly cute. The other one is definitely a "man". No matter what she says or does, you can't tell that she is a woman. But despite the many differences between us, the three of us still came together.

Xiao Heye and I met because of exo, but it does not mean that our friendship is linked to exo, but because of our friendship we support them together. Although I can understand his obsession with love sometimes, I still have doubts. I won’t blame him, I will only feel sorry for him because he went hungry just to buy posters to put on people. But he still has us. This should be something he should be thankful for. of.

The female man and I have known each other since we were in elementary school. We were both in fifth grade at that time and we would check together every day, but he always complained. I often tried to persuade him, but it didn’t help at all. She feels like a stubborn rock. But I didn’t expect exo to melt it, haha. We are in the same class now, and she is still the same. He only becomes gentler when she talks about exo.

Thanks to exo for letting me get to know the two of them. We support each other, help each other, and stand up for each other... Although the three of us have only been together for a year, every little bit of this year is enough to prove Our hearts for each other, and our dependence on each other. I believe even more that this dependence is enough to support our friendship and keep him immortal.

We once said that we will always be together. I hope this is not a casual saying. We really want to be the best best friends! Weareone! Time composition for the second grade of junior high school, Part 2

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time always flies by and is always trivial. Only by making good use of it can we have a little space for ourselves in our busy life and let us feel the beauty of life with our heart.

Enjoying trivial time, you can feel the joy of reading. Savoring reading can make you relax yourself, swim in the sea of ??books, see the world, learn knowledge, let yourself go, and cultivate yourself. You can immerse yourself in a world of your own, without the hustle and bustle of the market, without the interruption of others, without the busy traffic, allowing you to feel your own heart in this small book.

To enjoy trivial time, you can go out and see. There is a saying that goes well: "The world is so big, I want to see it. Go travel and feel the beauty of mountains and rivers; go travel and feel the beauty of civilization; go travel, Feel the beauty of the world. Indulge in the mountains and waters, you can feel the heroism and magnanimity of the ancient literati, you can feel the rare relaxation and joy in life, and you can also appreciate the beauty of the world. Go to the natural mountains and rivers and appreciate nature. Go to ancient civilized cities to appreciate the rise and fall of history; go to foreign lands to appreciate the beauty of other countries’ humanities.

Enjoy trivial time and develop hobbies, such as piano, painting, and hip-hop. Football, etc., are all optional. When learning them, you are also tempering your own will - your patience and confidence. When you play the piano, you can get immersed in the music. When you paint, you can get the joy and sense of accomplishment after completing it. When you play, you can sweat like rain on the court and forget all the unpleasantness.

You can enjoy the trivial time. Learning, as the saying goes: "Learn while playing, learn by playing." If you treat learning as a fun thing, you will no longer be bored, and the time will pass quickly and happily. The most important thing is that you can learn a lot of knowledge. , make your life more fulfilling. When you are calm and studying, you can realize the joy and philosophy of life.

Enjoy the trivial time, and life will no longer be so boring. Boring. It will be full of joy and fun, making your life more meaningful.

In this colorful era, I hope you enjoy your trivial time! Composition 3 for the second grade of junior high school

Today I picked up my pen and forgot the date. I habitually wrote down February 30th, but I didn’t find such a date on the calendar. Only then did I realize that there is no 30th in February. No., today is already March 1st.

On February 29, we meet once every four years. I got you in a hurry, but lost you in the vast sea of ??time. Time passed me by, and no one looked back, no nostalgia, no reluctance. This was a result that everyone had expected, and no one was surprised or panicked.

On the day of elementary school graduation, there was no crying as expected. Everyone was just silent, letting the camera stuff our six years into a small photo frame. Even at that moment, we were just facing time. After taking a look, I was surprised to find that Father Time's eyes were soaked with vicissitudes of life, as if he could see through everything at a glance.

It just paused for a second, no, not even a second. After just one glance at each other, Father Time withdrew his gaze, took a step forward, and passed me by again without hesitation. I also withdrew my gaze and took a big step forward, without hesitation and determination, no longer lingering. Because I know that there is still a lot of time ahead, waiting for me to experience and understand.

On the first day of junior high school, military training began. No one was used to it. They all arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry. The military training instructor’s surname was Zhang. He was a very nice person, very gentle but occasionally a little harsh. Time passed by little by little. When we finally adapted to the life of military training, military training was no longer needed, and instructor Zhang had also left the school. At that moment, I stopped again, stared at Father Time, and then I asked: Why?

I think Father Time must have understood. A leaf fell quietly, and I caught it subconsciously. When I came back to my senses, Father Time had gone far away, and there was only a sigh left in my ears: You will know.

You will know. I silently and quietly read this sentence: I You will know. I pinched the petiole with my right hand and traced the outline of the leaf with my left hand. This is a maple leaf, a red maple leaf, a fiery red maple leaf. The faint veins on the leaf are like the wrinkles on the face of an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world. I unknowingly went deep into it, and I seemed to understand what Father Time wanted to express. People are eventually different, just like this leaf and that tree. The tree spends its life's strength to give birth to countless young leaves. The young leaves slowly become larger. When the autumn fruits are in full bloom, it is time for them to part ways. When the time comes, no matter how reluctant you are to leave it, the leaves will eventually become fallen leaves! This is just a brief separation. When the leaves blend into the soil, they should be reunited again. The big tree absorbs the nutrients formed by the leaves, and they merge into one again to give birth to new leaves. It is reborn, constantly reincarnating. Ye Zi obviously accepts all this calmly. It does not love the past nor let down the present. This is how people should be, right?

I walked forward, my steps a little firmer, the leaves in my hands slipped off, and I leaned on the roots of the big tree. When the old man passed by again, I said softly: Thank you. He just smiled and left without making any pause.

Despite the constant separation in this world, I still feel that this world is beautiful. We meet, part, and meet again at the right time. This is also a fleeting arrangement and a surprise feast!

Although fireworks are dazzling, they are fleeting. Although life is beautiful, it only lasts in a blink of an eye. Things are unpredictable, you never know who you will meet in the next second? Where have you been? Only by living in the present can life not be full of regrets.

Don’t be filled with sorrow because of the past, and don’t be anxious about the future. Use a pair of smiling eyes to appreciate every scenery along the way. Time composition for the second grade of junior high school, Part 4

Flowers continue to wither and bloom, because love and time affect the emotions of the four seasons.

——Inscription

Love and time, accompanying your every move, affect my emotions.

I observe your every move. It breaks my heart to know that you will wither like a flower. I am so excited to know that you may regain your energy like a flower in bloom at some point. Do you know?

Spring is the season when flowers bloom. I am careful in my notebook. I wrote the word "dazzling flowers" freely, and with full pride, I gave the book to you.

You smiled and opened the notebook, page after page.

I am getting more and more nervous, but I am also afraid that you will not be able to turn that page. It is like holding a shining gem in your hand, eager to show it off to others.

You finally turned the page, and your smile became even more charming. I touched my head with my hand, and there was unconcealable joy and relief on my face. Instead of the tension in my heart, I felt self-blame. Because I saw a page from my report card falling out of the book. And my heart, my soul has already flown thousands of miles away. Your every move affects my emotions.

I am your most loyal cheerleader and your most honest scorer.

Your dashing figure is always there on the volleyball court in the afternoon. Every hit, every jump you make makes me jump with joy. You must be extremely thirsty after a game! I handed over the drink that I had prepared, but unexpectedly someone had already taken the lead. “Mr. My drink was taken away. "It's really troublesome. He's so handsome, and students are rushing to give him drinks." Your joke suddenly made me realize that you have an irreplaceable position in my heart.

"Cough...cough...!" I don't know if it's a cold or an occupational disease you've had for many years, but there are always intermittent coughing sounds in your room. My heart felt like a knife was stabbing me. I have no choice but to close the doors and windows, hoping that the cold wind will stop damaging your body. Sometimes you fall asleep on the table because you work too late. I really can't bear to wake you up, so I can only gently put a blanket on you and then turn around and leave.

Flowers will eventually bloom and fall, and no matter how dark the hair dye is, it can’t stop you from getting more gray hair day by day. I can only pray for love to let time go slower, because with love, even if the four seasons reincarnate, it cannot take away the smile of the flowers. Composition on the second grade of junior high school, Part 5

Opening the drawer, taking out those cartoon diaries, and opening one, I couldn't help but fall into memories.

It was a few days before the National Day when I was in fifth grade. I had a sudden thought: Why not write a diary? Several good friends take turns writing, just one day per person. What a precious souvenir it will be after graduation! Now that you have thought about it, of course you must act immediately. After class, we held a "small meeting" first, and the "meeting" successfully passed my proposal! So after school, we immediately went to buy notebooks and pens. From then on, each of us has an exclusive color, one person and one day, writing about what happens every day.

I write on Monday. When I finished my homework quickly and held my pink pen in my hand, my mind went blank with excitement. Oops, a lot of things seem to have happened today. How should I write about it? I started writing a few words, and a faint scent of pen wafted out. Together with the cold breath of October, the tranquility of the night seemed particularly moving, and I was deeply intoxicated by it. As soon as I wrote the beginning, I discovered how joyful it is to write a diary! Because the diary I want to write is not one person’s secret, but the treasure shared by four people! Thinking about this, the scenes of the four of us studying together and having fun together flashed before my eyes one after another like a movie. I can still hear her happy laughter. I can still feel the warmth of her palms, and her warm gaze is still stuck on my face. The words are not enough, so I can't help but add a few more doodles. That night, I wrote and drew, and wrote more than a full page, but I still felt that I had not written enough or finished it. I found that I had just begun to fall deeply in love with this "baby" that we both share. . I believe those friends will feel the same way, right? Otherwise, how could we persist until graduation?

As we grow older, the content of our diaries gradually becomes richer. Bulletin boards, polls, tests, and self-introductions all appear. Everyone even has their own symbol and pet image, and because I am the developer of these diaries, so I am always called "Boss! Boss!" by them.

Open the diary, which contains our profile and various artistic words that are getting more and more beautiful; recording the wonderful moments of the sports meeting, the joy and frustration of various competitions; the scores of the big and small exams, and the impact on a certain person. People’s evaluations, various complaints about study and life, tears of reluctance at graduation, and that wonderful time in 600 words.

Those diaries treasure those wonderful times that we will never forget in our lives.

It records our spiritual growth and our most beautiful friendship! Composition on the second grade of junior high school, Part 6

In the cool and breezy weather, we all like to huddle up in the quilt of the past to keep warm.

I often feel that I am a person who has lost time. When time comes, I will not care about its beauty and preciousness. I always have to wait until a long time later to look through old photo albums, photo albums, address books and wrinkled documents. The letter paper reminds me of the past and that time.

When I was a child, I wore only a thin shirt and wandered around the courtyard in late autumn. The drizzle for days has not stopped, the distant mountains are green and verdant, the straw is withering in the fields season by season, and the wind is still undulating into a sea of ??green and yellow.

My mother was doing laundry by the well. When she saw that I was wearing thin clothes, she naturally showed a fierce look and called me into the house to add some clothes. When I refused, she became angry. I laughed at the wrinkles on her cheeks again, a trace of trance flashed in her eyes, and she touched her slack face, like a frightened deer.

After all, time is the most hidden secret in the body.

I admit that I was a bad boy, ruthlessly exposing the trauma that time has given to my mother so early. In fact, no matter how old my mother is, I still love her. She has always been the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother will cook a table of delicious dishes, such as sweet and sour carp, cold jellyfish, fried hairtail and fried meatballs. The delicious prawns are always sprinkled with a layer of crispy sesame seeds. In her hands, the home-cooked dishes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang are as delicious as works of art displayed on the counter. When I was a child, I was very greedy and couldn't get enough of the food, so I yelled at my mother to make it again. She also loved me, taking out the base ingredients and cooking them carefully one by one. I often asked my mother: "Will you always cook for me in the future?" She smiled and said: "Everyone can only accompany you for a short period of time. You have to work hard to learn to grow from a person who knows how to eat." "Become a person who knows how to cook."

So for a long time, I used cooking to measure my growth. My mother watched her carefully while cooking, but only occasionally looked up. Give it a try. Now I still can't grasp the amount of sweet, sour, oil and salt, but I am secretly happy. Because I haven't really grown up yet, and my mother hasn't aged yet.

But why can’t I get that time back again? The financial burden of the family falls on my thin mother. Her workload is increasing and she just wants me to live a better life. I was burdened with study pressure and felt irritable about everything at home. This unexplained emotion made the dispute between me and my mother intensify.

After calming down, I also thought that I had become unreasonable. Did I grow up in this way?

Every night when my mother works overtime and I am the only one left, I can’t help but miss my mother’s care in my childhood and the delicious home-cooked dishes. I always caress my mother’s wrinkles in my dreams, fearing that time will call my dreams away. After waking up, my mother's wrinkles could no longer be smoothed out.

The light rain fell on my palms, eager to seize that carefree time. If time never leaves me, I want to stay by my mother's side. Composition for the second grade of junior high school, Chapter 7

Inside the window, there is a dazzling flame and a warm cabin; outside the window, there is a burst of white snow and the chill on the bank. The sky was gloomy and people's faces were full of melancholy, but my heart was warm. I thought of him again and the warm winters of those years.

When I was a child, friendship was a timid greeting.

That winter, the neighbor moved away, and a couple brought their little boy to their new home. I timidly watched from a distance, trying to see his appearance clearly. A few days later, with snowflakes falling, he came to my house with his parents to visit the neighbors. "Xiaoyang has a guest!" I followed my mother's call and flew out of the room. My eyes were immediately attracted to the boy. It was him! "Come, he is our neighbor's son Xiaoyu." Mom introduced, "Hello. I am Xiaoyu." He looked at me, his eyes as timid as mine that day. "Hello, you can call me Xiaoyang. Please take good care of me from now on!" I raised a smile.

That winter, the cold was filled with warmth, and the seeds of friendship were planted in my heart.

When I was a child, friendship was a true hand-holding.

That winter, I returned home with my schoolbag on my back and a broken bear doll in my hand, with red eyes. "Yangyang, why are you crying?" Mom was very worried. “My, my classmates bullied me, he, they broke, my baby bear.

"I started to sob, tears falling down. "Hey, Xiaoyang! I'm here to play with you! "Xiaoyu ran over in a hurry, with a slight blush on his face. Looking at my red and swollen eyes, he suddenly panicked, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't cry. If anyone bullies you, I will teach him a lesson. "I pointed at the broken bear and started crying again. Suddenly, he gently held my hands and said gently and sincerely: "Stop crying, the bear is gone. I will buy you another one. The girl wants it. Learn to be strong! "I was thoughtful.

That winter, the cold was full of warmth, and the seeds of friendship sprouted in my heart.

And now, friendship is a harsh criticism.

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That winter, I was so proud that I went home humming and dancing. "I'm back. How was the exam today?" "My mother smiled and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Haha, I will definitely get a hundred points in the test today! "I smiled proudly, looking forward to the test results. Naturally, I also told Xiaoyu the news. He smiled and said nothing. Three days later, I was shocked. 100 points turned into 89 points. Huh? How could this happen? What? Xiaoyu is here too, and he got 99 points in the test. "Look, you are such a careless person, even 11 points are gone. If you don't change, you will get worse and worse!" "He criticized me severely, and I blamed myself.

That winter was cold, but the cold was full of warmth, and friendship has blossomed.

Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, I thought again I have left him, my friend. Second Grade Day Composition 8

The country roads are the song of my life. They are sung in the old stories, in the songs of the years, and in the clear streams. This song describes the time spent in the countryside, and misses the carefree rural life in the past, and the picturesque rural scenery.

Walking on the paths lined with flowers in the countryside, breathing in. In the fresh air, those flowers are colorful, like a graceful girl, charming and cute. They are as dazzling as the red clouds in the sky, as gorgeous as the rainbow after the rain.

When we were young, we were always so innocent and full of beauty. Vitality. When I was young, I would always ask a few friends to play in some big trees next to my childhood kindergarten. It was summer, the sun was scorching the earth, and many flowers had already put away their delicate flowers. Beautiful coat, but those pine trees still held their heads high and chests high under the scorching sun. No matter how bad the scorching sun was, the pine trees still looked like senior generals. So we climbed up the trees to enjoy the shade. There would be trees on them. We would collect resin to play with, and after climbing up the tree, we would still "decorate" the "house". In short, we left a few happy laughters on those big trees.

After climbing the tree, we went to play in the stream by the river. The stream was green, trickling, and crystal clear, like a ribbon, setting a beautiful flower pond in the mountain village. I rolled up my trouser legs and jumped into the stream. You chased me and I chased you. We had a great time. We even picked up a few stones when we went back. The water splashed all over us. We were scolded by our grandparents when we went back, but it didn't affect us at all. Our mood. The news of the countryside lingered on the sound of our treading water.

After returning at night, I was fascinated by the small farmyard surrounded by pine trees. The house with red bricks and blue tiles was painted with a bright yellow color, and a few swallows flew across the air from the chimney. When the last ray of sunset disappeared, it was almost dark, and the whole village was almost dark. It's quiet.

The countryside is indeed beautiful, and I miss its poetic life. Withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, there are no people. Beginning, there is no conclusion. Essay on the second grade of junior high school 9

The time of the second grade of junior high school has arrived, and I can only sigh with emotion at how fast time has happened between me and my "brother". There are many things, and at the same time, I have learned a lot. This is already the fifth week of school, and I am already scarred by a series of things that have happened recently. Let’s talk about it in detail. In the third week since school started, I got into trouble and hit a female classmate on the head, which made her dizzy and in pain. I felt even more nervous, fearing what would happen to her. Fortunately, nothing happened. She told me that the hit was really painful. For once I didn't believe her until I was hit on the head.

It turns out that it really hurts. It’s like “I don’t know if I don’t hit you, but I’ll be shocked if I hit you!” There was already a trace of anger hidden in my heart, and I didn’t know when it would explode. Finally, I vented my anger at noon of the fourth week, but saved it again.

I couldn’t sleep at noon that day, so I went to the toilet to vent my unhappiness. When I came back, I found that the classmate sitting next to me had fallen asleep, so I asked to sit on the podium. The student on duty agreed. So I sat down, but I still couldn't sleep. He just comes over and slaps me, goes over and slaps me. In the end, I couldn't stand it any longer. I played with him on the spot without waking up my classmates. But he grabbed me and made me laugh. I didn't even want to make a sound, but he made me laugh. In the end, the teacher placed the blame on me. I felt very dissatisfied and said silently: I will never be bullied again next time. So there was another dispute between my brother and I, and this time the result was no joke!

This time it was Friday of the fifth week. It was a sunny noon, after class. I took a bowl and queued up to eat. I was playing with the classmate standing in front of me, and I made this action unintentionally. He thought I was teasing him, so he slapped me, and hit me on the head. I was very angry and asked, "Why did you hit me on the head?" He was a person who couldn't stand the loss and liked to take things seriously, so he said, "I'm just going to hit you!" I went over to hit him, but the result was not there yet. He tripped over him and fell to the ground and fainted. Other classmates quickly came to shake me, trying to shake me awake. I stayed awake crying for a while and then passed out again... until I opened my eyes, I was already in the infirmary on the first floor. His parents sent me to the hospital for examination. I was really glad that I was fine, but my aunt had already spent 1,000 yuan. I thought to myself: It costs so much to take a CT scan. It must be very expensive for my aunt. But it's her responsibility! I suddenly thought that he was going to be beaten, and I begged for mercy for him. This disaster was finally avoided.

I hope it won’t happen again in the future. Composition 10 of the second grade of junior high school

Some people can’t always tell what is good, but no one can replace it. In those times and things...

——Inscription

It’s night, and the misty moonlight can’t help but remind me of the clouds in my hometown, and the river that entwines me with longing. In the blink of an eye, I have been in this middle school for more than a year. During this seemingly ordinary and unforgettable time, we had hardships, laughter, sadness, and joy. What I can't let go of most is the teacher's love for us.

In the golden autumn, at the time of harvest, a "flu" became an uninvited guest and quickly swept through the city, and our school also received some "red". During this time when influenza A was raging, teachers were exhausted. The life teacher smoked vinegar in the corridor for us. The smell was pungent, but it was full of love. When we go to class, the life teacher has to take care of the students who are quarantined due to fever: urging them to take medicine, take their temperature, and drink more water. Maybe such small details don't seem like much to others, but they moved me deeply. Also busy were the teachers in the teaching area. They made ginger soup for us. The ginger soup was spicy but also warm. This blazing warmth reached deep into our hearts.

Because of the flu, most of the students in our class have been quarantined and have missed many classes, and we are classmates in the experimental class, so we feel Alexander. However, the pressure we are under is nothing compared to the pressure on teachers. Teachers have to catch up and ensure that the lectures are completed within a certain time, leaving ample time for us to review. I don’t know how many nights, when we have fallen asleep peacefully, but the window of the teacher’s dormitory is still shining with bright lights; I don’t know how many days, when we are having fun, the teacher is working hard in the office writing lesson plans... All of this is just for us to achieve better results and have a better and brighter future.

If we are wind chimes, then the teacher is a breeze that opens our hearts; if we are grass, then the teacher is the rain and dew, which nourishes our hearts; if we are birds , then the teacher is the vast sky, allowing us to fly freely... The teacher's love for us cannot be expressed in words. Let us always remember those times and those things, bury our gratitude deep in our hearts, use our own efforts to achieve better results, and live up to the teacher's love for us during those years.