I came home late that day. Excellent compositions for the first grade of junior high school (10 articles)

Today I came home late. Excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school (general 10 articles)

We will inevitably receive scolding from our parents if we come home late. Today I came home late. How to write an excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school? Below are the excellent compositions (10 articles) I compiled for the day I came home late for the first grade of junior high school. For reference, everyone is welcome to collect and share!

This day I came home late. Excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

The experience of this day is something I will never forget in my life. This is the last day for me to go home. , I still remember the events of this day clearly, as if it had just happened, so profound and unforgettable.

On this day, my parents went out to do errands, leaving me to do my homework at home. It was getting dark, and my parents came back from doing things. They said, "It's getting late. Let's stay here tonight and go back tomorrow morning." I said, "No! I want to go back to my hometown." "We are tired. It's been a day, we won't leave, you can go by yourself." Dad said. "Just leave." I slammed the door and rushed out of the house.

They thought I would not really leave, because my hometown is far away from here, and besides, I have never been out so late alone. I just focused on being angry and walked with my head down. After a while, I realized that there was no one around, only the dim light from the street lamp.

I wanted to go back at that time, but then I thought: I am a man, it would be so embarrassing to go back. I continued to walk forward, but I walked slower and slower. I felt that a monster would jump out of the darkness not far ahead at any time. There are no street lights further on. I began to blame my parents: "Why don't you come to me soon?" Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes. "It's not like I don't know that I'm afraid of the dark. What if..." When I thought of this, I immediately turned around and ran back.

When I got home, I saw that only my aunt was there. I said angrily: "Where are they?" My aunt jumped up from the sofa: "My little ancestor, you are back, can you put your My parents are so anxious that they are looking for you." My aunt immediately called my parents to tell them that I was back. My mother rushed into the house, cried and held me in her arms: "I listen to you, I will go back tonight, and don't scare my mother again in the future."

At this moment when I saw my mother crying, I I couldn't help my tears. My mother was crying because of worry, but I was regretting that my willfulness made my mother so anxious and worried! Mom, I'm sorry, I will never do it again! I came home late that day. Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School 2

When I was in elementary school, I usually came home very early every day, but that day, I came home very late.

It was snowing heavily that day, and my way home was completely swallowed up by the snow. In desperation, I had to take refuge at my good friend's house. My good friend and I had a lot of fun, and before we knew it, the snow had stopped. Ying Ai originally wanted to go home, but because I was playful, I stayed here until the evening.

I saw that the sky was completely dark, and I finally knew that I was going home, so I made a phone call and said that I would be back right away and there was no need to pick up the phone. /Because it is winter at this time, the sky is extremely dark, which looks very strange compared with the snow on the ground. Although I was young at the time, I was quite courageous. Although I was a little scared, I still suppressed my inner uneasiness and walked to the road without daring to raise my head. As I walked, "Bang!" "Wow! What is that?" I shouted, and when I looked up, I saw a cylinder with no head or feet, uh - a wire pile?

Because of the big bag on my head, I didn’t dare to lower my head anymore, so I had to look up at the road. While I looked around cautiously, I quickened my pace. Maybe because I was walking too fast, my feet slipped, "Bang!" I threw another bag and fell. At this time, my mood can be said to be extremely depressed. Seeing me falling down in front of me and hitting the wall on the ground, this shows how the world is! At this moment, a pair of hands came to me and pulled me up. I took a closer look and saw that it was my mother! At this time, my mother's face was full of exhaustion, and she was panting heavily. She asked with concern: "Why did you fall? Are you hurt? Why are you so careless?" Looking at her anxious and worried expression , I couldn’t help but feel very regretful. If I had known better, I wouldn’t have been so playful, which would have made my mother worried. At the same time, a warmth arose in my heart.

Maybe I didn’t know what this warmth was at the time, but now I understand that that warmth comes from love, from the love between great relatives! I came home late that day. Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School 3

That incident is still fresh in my memory, because it was the last time I came home. That experience made me feel a deep sense of love and reminded me not to make such a mistake again in the future.

After school that afternoon, my friend Xuanxuan and I were walking on the road. She invited me to her house to do homework. I was very happy. I wanted to agree immediately, but my mother's warning suddenly flashed in my mind - to go home as soon as possible after school. I was a little hesitant, but after Xuanxuan's repeated requests, I agreed. I thought to myself: I won’t play for too long, and my mother won’t blame me.

The time elf seemed to move very fast that day. When I came out of Xuanxuan's house, the stars were all in the night sky. Only the street lights on both sides of the road illuminated me, and the sounds of insects could be heard from time to time. When I heard footsteps behind me, my random thinking cells became active again. It couldn't be... I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I started running.

When I came downstairs, I was no longer afraid, but I still didn't feel relaxed at all. I imagined how my mother looked now. Are you waiting for me with an angry look on your face? Or are you going to hit me with a broom? I really wish I had magic and could turn into a fake version of myself to meet my mother. But fantasies can never become reality. I figured out that I should bear the responsibility for the mistakes I made and should not take chances. I came to the door and knocked gently, for fear of making my mother even more angry.

Mom opened the door and was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly: "Where have you gone? Why didn't you tell me? Your dad and I have been looking for you all afternoon..." "Mom, I, I went to Xuanxuan's house to do my homework... Don't worry, look, I'm not doing well." Then, my mother said seriously: "Don't do this next time, or I will. I'm going to punish you." I stood up straight, stretched out three fingers with my right hand, and said seriously, "I promise, or there will be thunder." My mother was amused by me and said, "You silly girl. Ah, what should I say to you..."

Although my mother did not scold me, I also realized my mistakes in her words and felt the deep love of my parents for me. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, for making you worry. I will definitely not do this next time. I came home late that day. Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School Chapter 4

I still remember that dark night. The rapid breathing in my ears and the salty taste of tears seemed to be engraved in my heart, making me dare not go home late again.

A winter. At that time, it got dark very early every day. Night always falls silently when you are caught off guard and unprepared. One day, school ended before four o'clock. Normally, school doesn't finish until five o'clock. But because there were activities on campus today, I left school an hour early. "Anyway, school ends early today, so it's okay to go to a classmate's house to play for a while." I thought like this, so I jumped up and picked up a classmate with whom I usually had a good relationship, and walked to her house together. Time passed quickly. When I came out of my classmate's house, the smile on my face was gone: outside, it was already a dark world. Is it already so late? I looked at the electronic watch on my wrist. The glowing numbers on it made me tremble: it was already 17:45. I hurried out of the building and ran home as fast as I could. The biting cold wind whistled in my ears, and my rapid breathing made my violently beating heart even more uneasy. The bright lights on the street baked away the boundless darkness, and only the puffs of breath I gave out made me feel lonely. Because I was running too fast and didn't pay attention to my steps, I stumbled and fell to the ground. But I didn't care whether I was injured or not. I climbed up from the cold and hard ground and continued to run forward. Running on the road, I just felt that the road to school, which I had to walk twice every day, had never been so long. I rushed to the street and saw a familiar figure looking around and shouting: "Qiqi! Qiqi!" It was my mother, she ran out to look for me! "Mom, I'm here!" When she heard her daughter's voice, she ran over to me and hugged me tightly regardless of the traffic on the street: "Where have you been... We all thought you were lost..." The always strong mother Actually cried. Listening to her choked voice, I hugged her tightly and almost cried.

Afterwards, I realized that my mother had known that we had finished school early.

After waiting at home for nearly an hour, she came out to look for me before I came back. Why do you have to play this for a while? Why didn't you pay more attention to the time then? I seemed to see my mother's anxious look while waiting for me for an hour... I regretted it very much. From now on, I will never come home late without telling my parents in advance. I came home late that day. Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School Chapter 5

The shadows of the trees outside the window gradually lengthened with time, and the pattering rain also showed the beauty of the sunset. The swarms of people coming to the campus gate students have become the most beautiful scenery during this period.

For some reason, I was left by the teacher to sweep the floor. The golden powder scattered by the setting sun shone on my miserable back, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

Originally, the test papers were distributed today, but after I received a scolding from the teacher after I failed in the test, I was like a deer lost in the forest, not knowing how to move forward. I finished cleaning silently, put my schoolbag on my back and went home. Suddenly I found the teacher looking at the class and then back to the office. I couldn't help but wonder, what was the teacher doing in the classroom? He never visits students who are sweeping the floor. I strode to the door of his office, but I didn't dare to take another step. I was afraid that I would be scolded again. I gave up, turned around, and a pair of hands pulled me back.

It’s him! I was scared and horrified, my heart pounding like machine gun fire. At this time, he said to me in a gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, I came to you because I want to talk to you about a few things." My heart was still hanging, I thought the teacher wanted to talk to me about the exam. things. But, I was wrong again. He just wanted to chat with me about the class. I happily stated some questions to him, but I was a little dizzy. The more the teacher talked about it, the more panicked I became.

Time flies by, and a bright moon slowly rises from the lake. I suddenly mustered up the courage to tell my teacher about my exam. As soon as I finished speaking, I couldn't help crying. He said something I will never forget: "If you cry often, you can't see the stars. You are just like me. , I loved crying when I was a child, but have you ever thought that this is just an exam, and there are still many setbacks in life, which you have to face bravely." After saying that, he looked at me silently, and I stopped crying and took my hands away. With a wet tissue, I said to the teacher: "Thank you, I'm leaving." The moment I turned around, he gave me an encouraging smile.

On the way home, the scenery I was used to seeing became so fresh, moving, and thought-provoking tonight. In my heart, it has become an eternal beauty.

When we got home late, the three of us chatted about our future studies together, but behind the bright moonlight, he seemed to be smiling loomingly, giving me that encouraging smile.

On this day, I not only came home late, but I also knew that in the broad stage of life, I should smile at the setbacks. This is how the teacher silently gave me endless care. I came home late that day. Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School Chapter 6

Look at you, your English scores have declined again. What are you doing now? "My mother said loudly to me, and I tried my best to explain, but it was useless. I took my mobile phone in anger and walked out of the house angrily.

When I came back from school Before returning home, I also considered the consequences.

The bright moonlight shone on the earth. I was walking on the road alone with my schoolbag on my back, thinking in my mind: "Should I tell my parents my English score?" If I tell, I will be criticized. If I don't tell, paper cannot cover the fire. My parents will know sooner or later. "So, I walked into the house and told my mother my score. Later, I couldn't bear the criticism, so I walked outside. This was also the last day I came home.

It's time to eat At dinner time, my stomach started to feel weak. I went to a supermarket, touched my pocket, and found an uneaten biscuit and a few remaining crumbs.

I thought to myself: “If I hadn’t run away from home, this wouldn’t be the case. "Suddenly a drop of rain fell on my biscuits. When the wind blew, the biscuits fell to the ground. I realized that the heavy rain was coming soon, and I felt very lonely. I ran to the eaves and carefully touched out the remaining pieces with my hands. The remnants of it were afraid of breaking into pieces or falling to the ground.

The rain was getting heavier, the wind was getting stronger, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

I took out my mobile phone and found that there were forty-two missed calls and eighteen text messages. I quickly opened it and looked at it. They were all from my mother. The text message said: "Sorry, I It shouldn't be like that, please forgive me. "It's raining outside. Are you wet?"

When I saw these words, I burst into tears and regretted it. , I should not run away from home. If I am given another chance, I will accept criticism humbly and will not run away from home again.

When I got home, I saw my mother sitting at the dining table, staring at the phone from time to time. I whispered: "Mom, I'm back." My mother said happily: "My child, are you hungry? I will serve you a bowl of soup first to ward off the cold.”

The light in the house shines warmly on me, and I feel the warmth of family. No matter how much you make mistakes, your family will always be there. will forgive you.

This is also the latest day for me to go home. I came home late that day. Chapter 7 of Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School

That day gave me a lot of memories, which I still can’t forget. That day should be the latest day for me to go home! Although I was trembling, nervous, and vigilant along the way, in the end I did a very brave thing, which I still remember very clearly at this moment. What is the situation? Don't be anxious, just listen to me and tell you slowly!

That was a few years ago. That time my parents were unable to pick me up because they were busy with work, so I went home alone. The school bell rang in the afternoon, but the teacher still didn't feel like the get out of class was about to end. The class was postponed again and again, and the homework was not assigned until it was completely dark. Since it was winter, the days were short and the nights were long, so the sky was dark. Who has turned on the street lights, but still can't see as clearly as during the day. I have been as timid as a mouse since I was a child, and I dare not move lightly.

In front of the road leading to home, I hesitated. Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly remembered a sentence I heard in a cartoon a certain year: "Fear is just a feeling, just face it bravely." Yes, fear is just a feeling, it's not easy to think about it. That's it, I can't back down, and no one can help me.

Even though I tried hard not to think about it, the bad guys on TV flashed through my mind involuntarily, and I became even more frightened. The road that usually seemed ordinary seemed so long at this moment. It was so difficult to widen the legs that were originally so fast.

I was walking cautiously step by step, and suddenly the person in front of me startled me, making me nervous again after finally calming down. Will he be a bad guy? Who could it be? What should I do? But no one can answer these questions for me. Hey, I caught a glimpse of the schoolbag on my shoulder, and an idea came to me quietly.

Closer, closer! I took a breath, threw my schoolbag at the figure desperately, and then ran home as fast as I could.

After a while, my father came back, and I found that his clothes were a little disheveled. But this was not the time to talk about this, so I quickly told my father the complete story of my outsmarting bad guys. Dad smiled, a little unnaturally. It turned out that the figure was my father. After finishing his work, he saw that it was getting late, so he was afraid that something would happen, so he came to pick me up.

Every time I talked about this incident, my father would smile bitterly. He didn’t expect me to be regarded as a thief... Hahaha! However, through this incident, I understand that when encountering difficulties and dangers, we must be calm, think about countermeasures, and respond bravely. We should not be timid. This is more likely to give criminals opportunities to take advantage of. I came home late that day. Excellent Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School Chapter 8

I dozed off in math class that day and chatted with Duke Zhou. But when I was talking about the climax, I was pulled back by an invisible force. , wake up, we’re at the station, I woke up suddenly, looked around and all the classmates were holding back their smiles, a sense of crisis swept over me, I felt something bad was going on, and when I looked up, I saw the ferocious figure of the math teacher And with an evil smile, the teacher said come to my office after school and I'll treat you to tea. After drinking the tea, I looked at my watch and it was already seven o'clock. I hurried home. It was too late to tell you. It was fast then. Damn it. When I was a child, I would get up early every day, climb trees and catch fish. I developed a good skill and left the school before the security door closed.

I was running fast on the road, and the road was no longer noisy. The whole city had become quiet. I was running hard, and I heard a voice coming from behind. Run slower, kid. I looked back and saw that it was dad. , I stopped, and my father rode up on his electric scooter and asked, "What are you doing?" Why are you back so late? I said that I was left to drink tea by the math teacher. He said forget it, forget it, go home quickly. I got in the car and climbed into the car. My father was speeding, and then suddenly there was the sound of a car horn not far away. , a white light flashed before my eyes, and we were knocked to the ground. A burst of pain came from my legs. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Generally, I could not hear any sound. My head began to buzz, and I had no idea what I had just experienced. What? Dad reacted quickly, got up and helped the electric car up. Dad moved the car aside and carefully helped me up. The skin on his face was scratched, blood flowed down his cheek, and one of the lenses in his eye was knocked off. My legs were limping, but he didn't care at all. He just asked me softly what was wrong with me. I shouted loudly, Dad, leave me alone, you are the most important! He shook his head and said I was fine. We came to the side of the road and my father dialed 120. The 10 car came quickly. With my father's concern, the pain in my legs seemed to be relieved a lot.

When we arrived at the hospital, my father walked in front of me. His legs were limping, like an old man, and I couldn't help but shed tears. When I came down, my father's figure when he was young emerged in my mind. At that time, his back was straight, there was no gray hair on his head, and there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. But now his back is a little curved, his hands are covered with calluses, and the corners of his eyes are also wrinkled. Full of vicissitudes of life.

But this cruel fact tells me that my father is old, but he still accompanies me as he did when he was young, giving me care and giving me peace of mind.

I came home late that day. That day was also my most precious day, and it was also the day that made me understand my father’s deep love for me. I came home late that day. Excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school Chapter 9

Mother’s Day will be in a few days. The streets are filled with fragrant carnations and various beautiful greeting cards filled with love. Every child Desire to give my mother the best gift. I am no exception.

After school that day, I did not go home early as usual. Instead, I walked around in front of several stores with twenty yuan in hand. I wanted to prepare a special gift for my mother. I walked from house to house, giving up expensive wallets, abandoning the same flowers, repeating the choice over and over again, and finally bought a small ceramic of a mother holding her daughter before the first star appeared.

I held the small ceramic carefully, and the surprise of my mother receiving the gift came to my mind. Will she hug me tightly and kiss me on the cheek? Will she be moved to tears? As I thought about it, my smile overflowed.

My heart was filled with happiness, and soon I walked to the community. The warm lights, the fragrant oil and salt gas, and the mischievous twinkling stars in the sky all tell that it is getting late. I hugged the little ceramic in my arms tightly, thinking that my mother would not blame me, but would be happy for my well-behaved and sensible nature.

Just like that, I opened the door. I gently placed the small ceramic on the table and hugged my mother who was cooking: "Mom, Happy Mother's Day!" My mother didn't hear what I said. She threw my hand away hard, with anger written on her face: "Look at what time it is now, and you still know how to go home? Are you going crazy with them again!" Mom His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised, unable to hide the anger in his heart. My smile froze, there was a sting in my heart, and my eye circles gradually turned red: "Mom, that's not the case. Today is your holiday. How could I go out to play? I went to buy gifts." My grievances turned into tears. Drops, one by one.

Mom was stunned. She saw the small ceramics lying quietly on the table and understood that I came back so late because I carefully selected gifts for her and to make her happy. My mother hugged me and gave me a gentle kiss: "Baby girl, I like your gift very much. I'm sorry, mother wrongly blamed you earlier, but you still have to go home early in the future, okay?" I felt the warmth from my mother. Warm, smiled and nodded.

On this day, I came home late, but I felt my mother’s deep love for me! I came home late that day. 10 Excellent Compositions for the First Grade of Junior High School

There were four classes on Wednesday afternoon. The students who were cleaning the house were very miserable that day, because they couldn't go home until around six o'clock. And I happen to be this kind of person.

As usual on Wednesday, I stepped on the bus, and there were a few people standing scattered on the bus. There was room, so I sat down immediately. My head was dizzy, and I leaned against the glass. There seems to be some magic on the bus, and I fall asleep every time.

With a "Beep!" sound, the door opened, and a mother and son came onto the bus stop. The mother's face was full of tiredness, she was wearing a bright red trench coat, and her hair was messy; her son was wearing a black cotton coat, which was obviously one size too big, and his trousers were also black and stained with a little bit of soil. There was a smile on his face, even though it was a little dirty. "So tacky." I muttered in my mind. Mother and son stood beside me. "Mom, what do those words read?" "Mom, what are we going to eat later?" "Mom, when will we get off the bus?" the boy kept asking in a childish voice. The sound was not loud, but it echoed in the silent carriage. But his mother was looking straight out the window, dumbly, and didn't answer. Everything is calm.

The boy was a little disappointed, but he could still say: "Mom, let me tell you a joke: Once upon a time, there was a bun. He was hungry, and then he ate himself." The boy looked expectantly. Looking at the mother, a loving smile appeared on the mother's face, and she touched her son's head lovingly: "You still have a way to make mother happy."

I couldn't help but think of myself when I was a child, and I was also on the bus. So bold to say childish things in the car. But now on the bus, I no longer want to talk and just stare at the phone in my hand. At some point, my innocence disappeared and was lost in the vast sea of ??people. When I was a child, I wanted to grow up, to have autonomy and to be able to help my parents with housework, but what about now? When I grow up, I only pay attention to things on the Internet, and my housework is even less than what I did when I was a child. I can count it on my ten fingers. That innocence has left me.

The mother and son got out of the car, and the car returned to calm. My thoughts are like a rushing river, unable to calm down for a long time. I don't know how this little thing can move me so much. Is it a memory of childhood innocence, or nostalgia?

After getting off the bus, I ran to my aunt's house, got back my childhood photo album, and walked home slowly with a stack of heavy photo albums in my hand. It was already seven o'clock when I got home, and there was no one at home.

I put down my schoolbag, walked to the desk, flipped through the photo albums one by one, and recalled my lost childhood memories. I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Although I came home late that day and did my homework at 11 o'clock, I was very happy that night, as if I had returned to my childhood and found the lost beauty.