Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school

Whether it is in school or in society, everyone has come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays according to different genres. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? Below are the essays I collected for everyone in the first grade of junior high school for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

In the vast sea of ??people, the encounter between you and me is the origin, the acquaintance is the continuation of the destiny, and the mutual understanding is the destiny.

——Inscription

It’s another summer, bidding farewell to elementary school and entering junior high school. The weather was fine, and a breeze blew in my face, bringing a coolness. Looking at the unfamiliar school, those blank eyes betrayed my heart.

Every day, the teachers’ care and classmates’ greetings make me feel that the world can be so beautiful, and I must remember it with my heart. However, the good times did not last long. As my mother said, junior high school is not like primary school. The pressure of study is getting heavier and heavier. The constant setbacks make me feel physically and mentally exhausted. The repeated blows gradually make me lose my way in the road of life. I, like a lost child, experienced the helplessness and uncertainty of failure for the first time. At the end of the day, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and my tears kept pouring out like a broken thread.

At this time, you stretched out your warm hands to me and lit up the lost lamp in front of me, so that I would no longer wander. At that moment, my world became bright because of you.

I often ask: Why are you so fragile? Why cry? And why smile? Why does that gorgeous rainbow appear again after the storm?

You gave me the answer——

Everyone has times when they are fragile and cry, and no one is perfect; joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are human nature. You have to understand that not standing up after failure is the behavior of a coward; in the face of setbacks, we can only move forward head-on, after all, it is indispensable in the road of life.

Your words are like enlightenment, awakening me in my confusion; your words are imprinted on my heart and will not go away for a long time.

Before, I never dared to face the world, because I didn’t dare, so I missed a lot of beauty; now, every time I stand at a fork in the road in life, it is you who make me quickly find the wind vane, Set off towards the distance... First Grade Essay 2

The fish in the water can show off its graceful dance, but only in the water; the flowers on the shore can show off its dazzling brilliance. But there is also a time to calm down; the birds in the sky can soar in the magical sky, but there is also a time to stop on the branches.

Tree, even if you have strong branches, there will be times when fallen leaves return to their roots, fish will be caught, flowers will be picked, birds will be caught, and trees will be cut down. Who can say that your life will be safe? People have extreme joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, as well as seven emotions and six desires. People say that everything in the world is empty, so why bother to pursue it. However, everyone in the world likes to get to the bottom of things. Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you, and it's not easy. That's something that only saints can do. People are like that fish, when you can jump, just jump, if you can't jump out, you will always have to wait for death in that pool; people are like that flower, when it's time to show off your beauty, don't forget to give yourself a chance to show off, don't forget to give yourself a chance to show off your beauty. Let everyone bury you.

People are like that bird. When it’s time to fly, they want to fly as far as possible, but they still need comfort in the middle of the flight.

When fish are sad, they hide in the water. When flowers are sad, they wrap their petals tightly. When birds are sad, they hide their heads in their feathers. When we are sad, we stay in the corner. Let go of what needs to go, what needs to be experienced must be experienced, and what should be given up cannot be kept. This is history. Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 3

I don’t want to be a girl, and I don’t want to be a girl again in my next life.

The reason why I don’t want to be a girl is because I know too well how sensitive, delicate and fragile girls are. Girls will care too much about other people's opinions, will be afraid of being hurt, will shed tears when they are sad, and will have to be weak but strong to get up when they fall... And I will cherish them from the bottom of my heart. Every girl is an angel, and I feel the innocence of angels. My deep love and pity make me unable to bear being a girl, and unable to bear such a heart to be harmed even a little bit by the world.

The reason why I don’t want to be a girl is because I know how kind and sentimental girls can be. From a young age, girls will dress up and care for dolls as if they are their own children. They will share their favorite candies with their friends while they are hungry. They will become depressed after reading sad poems and cry after watching sad movies. The face is full of tears, and I will experience the pain of transformation in the passage of time... As a girl, I don’t want to touch more joys and sorrows in the world, and taste so many joys and sorrows, because I am afraid that my too delicate heart cannot bear it. .

Every girl is an angel and a mortal elf. I can't bear for my perfect baby to experience an imperfect life. Because I am a girl in this life, and I will no longer be a girl in the next life.

I don’t know what to write. Maybe it’s already finished, maybe there’s nothing left to write, maybe there’s just too much to write. I can't express my feelings because words are limited and human feelings are infinite. What's more, my ability to control words is minimal, and no one can understand anyone else's pain. Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 4

On the night of the first day of the new year, my brother came to my house to play. I discussed with him: "Let's make lanterns." My brother agreed immediately.

We found a waste wine box. Use scissors to hollow out all four sides, leaving four corners. We also used local methods to make "glue", glued the paper on it, and fixed a candle inside. In this way, our lantern was successful.

Grandpa came over, looked at the lanterns we had made and said: "White is unlucky for the Chinese New Year. Throw it away and make it again!" I thought to myself: "It took me half a day to make the lanterns." Just throw them away like this?" Suddenly, I had an idea: I brought two large beverage bottles, peeled off the red labels on the bottles, and put them on them.

OK!

Today happens to be my grandpa’s birthday again. I used my pocket money to buy a cake for grandpa to eat. When I got home, I found that my relatives were also here, and only grandpa was not here.

While grandpa was not here, I took out the cake and put in the candles. Grandpa is here, and the birthday wishes have begun. Clusters of burning flames form an auspicious lotus, reflecting Grandpa's happy face, and 60 colored candles are also beating our 60 blessings.

Grandpa blew out the candles and we began to share the delicious cake. I had an idea and spread the cream on the cake on Grandpa's face.

Wow! Grandpa is rejuvenated again! First grade essay composition 5

The long winter has passed, ushering in the vibrant spring with colorful flowers. Spring brings us hope and happiness. Let's go to East Lake Park to see the spring girl.

At the gate of East Lake Park, there is a female statue. She looks like a spring girl! Look at those slender hands gently touching the sky, touching the earth, and touching everything. ah! Spring is so beautiful! The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the winter jasmine flowers are yellow... No wonder poets love to chant spring, and no wonder painters love to depict spring. Because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the collection of all colors. Look, the grass on the roadside is rushing to poke its head out. They also want to see this beautiful spring. Beautiful flowers wear silver skirts and dance in the spring breeze. Look how beautiful this spring is. The willow tree swayed its thousands of green willow silks, and a few swallows flew around inside and sang. Looking at it, I remembered a poem: "Ode to the Willows". "The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I wonder who cuts the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Those swallows are darting back and forth in the willows, aren't they cutting the willows with their scissor-like tails? ? On the poplar tree next to it, strings of fiery red poplar flowers hang down, like strips of red spikes, which are also very beautiful when decorated on lanterns.

Spring, you are the most successful painter! You outline the outline of each of us and add to the upward strength of each of us.

Friends, for a glorious tomorrow and for the most holy spring to remain in the world, let us join hands to fight together! "The plan for the year lies in spring." Green grass, gorgeous flowers, and singing birds constitute a beautiful and vibrant spring!

I love you, Spring! Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 6

During the Qingming Festival, almost every household makes moxa dumplings. My family does this every year, and this year is no exception.

Yesterday, after we went to the mountain to offer sacrifices, we picked a lot of mugwort. Today, my mother and I got up very early and prepared to make moxa dumplings. Mom first sorted the mugwort, then put the mugwort into a basket, washed it, cooked the mugwort, took it out and put it into the glutinous rice flour. The glutinous rice and mugwort were mixed together, mixed with a faint smell. The fragrance is like that of orchid, and it gives you a refreshing feeling. I washed my hands cleanly and sat upright at the dining table, waiting anxiously and patiently for my mother.

I saw my mother pinching the kneaded flour into small balls. I pinched it hurriedly, first rolled it into a circle, and then flattened it with my hands. Mom prepared two kinds of fillings, one is sesame sugar and the other is shredded pickles and bamboo shoots. After I put the stuffing in, I dipped my fingers in some water on both sides and put them together to stick them together. The first moxa dumpling was ready, but it seemed a bit ugly. Look at my mother again, she has already made two, and they are very beautiful, exactly the same as those on sale in the market. I was a little unwilling to admit defeat, and I continued to make them one after another. My hard work paid off, and soon the Ai dumplings in my hands became more presentable. Although they were still a bit inferior to those of my mother, I also Quite satisfied. After all, my mother has been making the moxa dumplings for more than ten years...

After the moxa dumplings were wrapped, they were steamed. Twenty minutes later, I ate the moxa dumplings I had made, which were sweet and glutinous. Glutinous and fragrant, there is an indescribable joy in my heart. Of course, through making Ai dumplings, I also understood a truth - if you want to succeed in anything, you must make unremitting efforts. Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 7

Recently, I like to study the historical stories of ancient women. I find it very interesting to read carefully. Under the social background of the time, women in ancient times were only the dependence of men and a tool for carrying on the family line under male dominance. It seems that the status of women in ancient times was still relatively low, and their endings were also very bleak. Compared with the freedom of women in modern society, women in ancient times really had no human rights at all.

Chen Ajiao, Liu Che’s first queen in history. Gillian's mother is Princess Guantao, her grandmother is the Queen Mother Dou, and her uncle is the emperor. For such a noble woman, her ending is even more miserable than that of ordinary people. Liu Che could ascend to the throne without the support of the Gillian family. However, not long after Liu Che made the promise to "hide the beauty in the golden house", he abandoned his married wife.

In ancient times, husband’s favor was everything. Gillian is a silly girl. In order to get the love of the emperor and the honor of her family, she actually chooses to use voodoo to win back her lover's heart. This kind of behavior is treasonous in feudal society, and the consequences can be imagined. Gillian was thrown into the cold palace and spent her whole life with her, which is really pitiful.

If Gillian could have the independence of modern women, she would not have ended up like this. It is a pity that her generation of charming girls was trapped in the backyard of the palace, spending her whole life only for one person. It is a pity that her beautiful years were lost . First Grade Essay 8

I got up in a hurry and went to my grandma’s house to pay her New Year’s greetings. I don’t know if I’m too happy or something. When I arrived at my grandma’s house, I actually forgot what I was going to do. It wasn’t until my grandma gave me New Year’s money that I remembered to pay my New Year’s greetings, which was very embarrassing.

Twelve noon:

Many guests came to my house, including adults and children. Suddenly, the house became lively. As soon as the adults came in, they drank water and played mahjong. Not to be outdone, our children chatted and played on the computer, and the whole family was immersed in joy.

Three thirty in the afternoon:

This cheerful atmosphere lasted for three and a half hours. Mom was busy cooking. He held a shovel in his right hand and seasonings in his left hand. He was very busy. It's also a pleasure. The remaining people were still playing mahjong, and no one came to help her.

Four o'clock in the afternoon:

It's time to eat. There are a lot of dishes cooked today, including my favorite chicken tenders. I ate to my heart's content. At the same time, everyone drank all my large box of drinks without leaving even a sip for me. 555~How miserable.

Five o'clock in the afternoon:

I was called to play basketball just after dinner. After more than an hour of fighting with my elder brother to grab the ball, I was exhausted. Sweating profusely and panting, he fell onto the bed.

Eight o'clock in the evening:

The adults started playing mahjong again, but my mother forced me to go to bed. It took me more than an hour to fall asleep, and I slept deeply. Sweet.

At eleven thirty in the evening:

The adults were exhausted from playing mahjong, and my uncle lay on my bed. I was going to the toilet. When I opened my eyes, a "monster" appeared in front of me. "Oh my God!" I almost shouted. When I was frightened, I took a closer look and realized that this "monster" turned out to be my uncle. What a false alarm!

One day has finally passed, how will you greet me the next day? First grade essay composition 9

I don’t know what color a dream is, maybe it has its own color, I don’t know where the wind is blowing, maybe it has its own direction, I don’t know what loneliness is , maybe it is like grass, I don’t know what I am, maybe I am a lost deer running in the sky.

I don’t know since when, I have fallen in love with Anjing. I like to make a cup of milk tea, move a chair and sit on the balcony, basking in the sun. Occasionally I will hold an exercise book and write non-stop, and occasionally I will hug I read this book for 2 or 3 hours.

I really like Han Han's unique writing style. His "Peeping a Person in a Cup" symbolically represents a person's process from birth to being immersed in society. You can easily read it in the article. We can see his views on society and life; his "Bookstore" has a panoramic view of human emotions and the world. His narrative is exaggerated, but the exaggeration is moderate, between humor and irony, allowing us to see his unique Technique; his "Seeking Medical Treatment" is sophisticated without any pretense. Although it is not as childish and cute as written by teenagers, it has a special naturalness. Doesn't the article rely entirely on the word "natural"?

When I went home at night, I saw some older brothers. I thought of my brother again. Is he okay? I couldn't help but shed tears, and I discovered that tears can be so hot, and I discovered that people can be so sad to a certain extent. The tears fell, and there was a crackling sound, loud and clear, brother, are you okay? First Grade Essay 10

I really like that moment after the rain, when I can clearly hear the lonely singing. The sound of dripping rain lightly beat on the floating dust, the clouds were half-open, and the blurred eyes made me look at a familiar smile.

The sky could not bear the weight of the rain, and it poured down. I don't know whose footsteps were disturbed, and I hurriedly looked for the eaves to take shelter from the rain. I like to walk home holding an umbrella. The smoke from a house in an alley is curled up, but it is blown into the distance by the drizzle and slight wind. I walked gently on the mossy path, turning my toes and drawing circles on the road. I turned a corner and walked on the smooth road. There was no trace of anyone else. I was the only one left walking on the quiet road holding a dark red umbrella. I am like a lonely boat, drifting in the stream of life. Rain falls on the rolling road. Under the dim yellow light, the whole city was painted with a layer of transparent water.

When the rain stopped, I always thought that one day I would be able to stay away from the hustle and bustle and shoulder those burdens. Maybe we know how to relax when we all feel tired, or when we see the world clearly, we want to stay away from the hustle and bustle. People may be like this, the more mysterious they are, the more they want to unveil its mysterious veil. I love watching the rain more and more. Watching the raindrops dripping from the eaves onto the ground, moistening the soil under your feet. Many people like to release their feelings in the rain, or put them in the rain. Among people's influence, rain is indescribable sadness. On the contrary, I love the tranquility in the rain.

In the rainy season, I am used to letting go and thinking, watching the clouds in the sky condense little by little and disappear little by little on the horizon, turning into drops of rain that fall ruthlessly, spreading all over my heart. Every corner swallows up the sleeping heart bit by bit.

I walked around in the rain holding an umbrella, and fell into deep thought again... Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 11

Today is the charity sale that the students have been looking forward to for a long time. When the teacher When I told everyone the news, the whole class felt like it was exploding. Some were discussing the items for the charity sale, some were vying to be a waiter, and some were surrounding the teacher asking questions...

"Oh! I'm a waiter!" But as soon as they arrived at the playground , my happy mood just now calmed down immediately, and I also felt a sense of fear. Because, I saw the elder brothers and elder sisters in the senior class shouting loudly and loudly for the charity items, and I am a timid girl by nature. If you want me to sell things like the elder brothers and elder sisters, I Can it be done?

When Wang Zhewen and I were assigned to the place where books were sold, I realized that selling books was not an easy task. Because most of the books for sale are cartoon-type books and some inconspicuous notebooks. As expected, after an hour, there were still not many people visiting our stall. However, the toy stall next to us was in full swing, and the waiters were so busy that they were sweating profusely.

"We must find a way, otherwise, a book will not be sold!" I said to Wang Zhewen. So, we came up with a way: we went to the class to find a few enthusiastic classmates and asked them to model reading in front of our booth. Without saying anything, they picked up the book and started reading. Sure enough, it attracted a lot of students. Finally, the book was sold out immediately, and I jumped three feet high with joy, forgetting even the fatigue of the day.

Although the charity sale was tiring, it was very fun. First Grade Essay 12

I can still do what I want to do by myself! I won't rely on anyone's strength anymore, because I know that in a few years I will leave this place and be alone.

Think about it, it’s a bit desolate.

In the past, I didn’t even want to do things that I could do, but I didn’t realize it until I regretted it.

Looking at the bloody scene on the screen. Scenes of fighting and killing. My heart felt cold and I felt nothing. I don’t know if I have become cold-blooded. No matter how touching the picture is in front of me now, I will only say "Oh, it’s okay."

My good friends are surprised by my change. , frowned and asked me why I became like this, I said I didn’t know, and then asked her with a smile, "Why haven’t you changed?"

Haha, there is a saying that people will change as they change. As you grow older, your ideas change.

I think so.

Now, I am too lazy to write my homework during the day. It is not until night that I pick up the pen and slowly write my homework.

What is different from before is that I will be so absorbed in doing my homework at night that I don’t even know my parents are coming over. Haha, I think this is quite efficient.

After finishing my homework, I habitually opened the drawer, opened the locked diary, picked up a bright red watercolor pen and wrote a big date on it, and then began to open myself up. , I can write whatever I want without worrying about anything, because this is just my personal diary.

After finishing writing, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Locked the lock, closed the drawer, picked up the Rubik's Cube on the table, and started playing aimlessly. I said to the bear given by my good friend, "Xiao Zhong, you haven't changed yourself, you just know more things."

Put down your hair, hey, I really want to cut off this annoying hair, but. Mom refused.

Turn off the light, close your eyes in the dark and say to yourself: "Good night!" Essay Composition 13 for the first grade of junior high school

When I was a child, I wrote an essay just to deal with the teacher. , no matter how well written it is, I still have no feelings.

As I grow older, writing essays has become one of the great pleasures in life, in order to stretch my soul and find my truest self.

What now? It is to reminisce, to reminisce about all the beautiful moments in life, and to reminisce about what I have missed and lost.

Various pictures will always appear in my mind, making me feel stupid and naive. Occasionally, I feel the urge to hit the wall, but in the end I just laugh it off.

When I walk into school, I am the truest version of myself, and I will not deliberately hide anything. If you feel sleepy, go to sleep, even though you know you will be woken up by the teacher. It doesn't matter if you don't like a certain teacher. If you confront her in everything and make her lose, you must first have the strength.

Staring at the book in a daze, occasionally humming a few tunes unconsciously and giggling.

When I get home, I will do my homework first. I always think about studying hard. When I write, I think of the game I failed, so I fill it out in a hurry and run to play games.

I like to lie in bed and daydream, so having a fever is a special pleasure for me.

You will never be satisfied, no matter how delicious the cake is, you will get tired of it, no matter how fun the game is, things will be updated endlessly, and there is only a little bit in a person's life.

Teachers and parents all say this: Studying is to find a good job. Once you find a good job, you can enjoy life. But I don’t think so. If you study hard now, you will just be a nerd when you can play.

Don’t always feel that you are still young. When you are old, the things you did when you were young have been diluted by time.

From now on, be true to yourself, believe that you are the best, and don’t leave any regrets in your short life. Essay composition for the first grade of junior high school 14

"In every street and alley, in everyone's mouth, the first words when we meet are congratulations..." What kind of day is this? Why is it so lively? No need to ask, of course it’s the first day of the Lunar New Year. So let’s talk about the first day of the new year!

At six o’clock in the morning

I was woken up by the crisp sound of firecrackers. I stretched myself, walked out of the door, and welcomed the first ray of sunshine in the new year.

Eight o'clock in the morning

I hurriedly finished breakfast and went to pay my grandparents a New Year's greetings. Then I went to set off firecrackers happily. Today's weather is exactly opposite to people's mood, the cold wind is howling everywhere. The sound of wind, firecrackers and children's laughter intertwined to form a pleasant "New Year's Symphony".

　Nine o'clock in the morning

People are busy paying New Year greetings, and I also participate in it. As soon as I walked in, I would call people "aunt" or "auntie" according to their age and seniority. People praised me for being polite, so I naturally received the lucky money.

　Twelve o'clock at noon

Many guests came to the house, and of course I had to take this opportunity to show off myself. I was busy serving tea and water to people, and there was a constant stream of praise. The adults chatted and laughed, while we children played on the computer and watched TV together. The whole family was immersed in happiness.

　At one o'clock at noon

My mother prepared a table of delicious meals, which really made people salivate. We started eating without thinking, and within half an hour, there was very little food on the table.

　Three o'clock in the afternoon

Everyone has left, my parents are cleaning the house, and it's time for me to relax. I picked up the firecrackers that had not been set off in the morning and set them off again. Everyone suddenly became energetic and worked harder.

The above is the first day of the Lunar New Year in my family. Now it’s time to talk about your family’s! First Grade Essay Composition 15

Time flies!

In the blink of an eye, the semester has passed by in a hurry. Maybe only the faint breeze and a touch of sadness are left, but somewhat contradictory to this, there is some happiness in my heart after all.

After all, junior high school is a junior high school. It is different from elementary school. I have long heard people say that entering junior high school is equivalent to entering hell.

I don't know how true this sentence is, but I always feel that it is a bit exaggerated, just like people say, "I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice, and drank more vinegar than you have ever drunk." There is still more water." ……boring! All my thoughts. Life is still going on like this, and books are still being read the same way! Alarmist fallacies!

Thinking of this, I have to take another look at the abominable mathematics. The word "abominable" is not appropriate! But I can't find a more appropriate word to describe it, because it is really hateful, and I think I am going crazy for it.

I want to give up mathematics, otherwise I will not find another life. But some people say that mathematics cannot be given up... I refuted it, but he said that he could prove it by using Newton's second law BA(OH)2 and the reaction of H2SO4! I can't argue with that!

I want to change my English name to CICI, because where there is mathematics, there will be no sunshine. I want to be like CICI jelly, soft but tenacious, not like ice cream - it will cry because of the hot weather.

I crazily crammed in math.

Chinese football coach Milu said we should play happy football. Some people advocate happy mathematics and treat learning mathematics as a game... a game!

In the game, I was stabbed by it, a very tragic stab. It hurt my eyes and I was disoriented. I was in the dark, groping. I met Geometry again, and things got a little better, but it was far too late to be happy. The exam was like going to the battlefield, and I sent my troops south, and I failed miserably!

I won’t play anymore, I can’t afford to lose!