Zhou Ji's 600-word junior high school daily life (7 collections)

Is junior high school life interesting? I can play games with my friends at school. My junior high school life is colorful and I am very happy every day. The following is "600 words of daily life in junior high school (7 collections)" compiled by me for your reference only. Welcome to read this article.

The first article: 600 words of daily life in junior high school. Every student's after-school life is rich; Some like running, some like painting, some like singing and dancing, and some like playing chess, but I like throwing handkerchiefs with my classmates very much.

Friday afternoon is the time for extracurricular activities. The teacher led a dozen of our classmates to the playground to play the game of losing hands. The students came to the playground chirping like a flock of birds. The teacher told us the rules of the game and we started. First, choose a classmate to throw a handkerchief, and the rest of the students form a circle. Here we go. Friends patiently squatted in their positions, waiting for the arrival of that classmate. Students staggered humming a ditty and walked around. Suddenly, I saw my partner smiling from ear to ear. I suddenly turned around. Ah, I don't know when the handkerchief is behind me. I immediately turned and grabbed my handkerchief and ran, chasing it desperately. At this time, I am the only one who continues to spin in the same place. "Throw, throw, throw away the handkerchief, gently put it behind the child, don't tell him, hurry up and catch him ..."

At this time, the students are singing, which is really nice! Humming with classmates while pretending to be leisurely. When I walked behind a slow-running classmate, I quietly put it behind her, and then "hissed" with my classmates to signal them not to make any noise. She's been squatting there. I don't know. Hey, hey, I didn't hurry at first. I crossed my legs halfway and rushed behind her like a rabbit and caught her. hahaha. The students laughed, and so did she. If she is caught like this, she will perform a program. She sang a song for everyone, and everyone was very happy!

Everyone continued to play, some were caught by classmates, and some were not caught. Whether they perform or not, the students are very excited and excited! How's it going? Do you really want to join our team? Is my extracurricular life interesting? I hope to have the opportunity to listen to your interesting after-school life and share happiness with you!

On Friday, we drove to the countryside. Trees are retreating, houses are retreating, and people who do farm work are retreating. After about a few miles, I came to the country after a long separation, and made an appointment with some friends to play grasshopper catching on the mountain road. At the thought of the grasshopper's reaction ability, we immediately became alert and looked around, trying to find the grasshopper's trace. At this time, a leaf flapped, and we immediately held our breath and stared at it, quietly approaching the "suspicious" leaf. I turned around and saw a grasshopper really "resting" beside me! Wearing a yellow "lead armor", it is easy to deal with at first glance. I patted the leaf gently, and the grasshopper fell into the sky, shaking its hands and feet, and was soon caught. At this time, my brother suddenly disappeared, and I was anxious to find my brother. I don't know if my brother knows I'm looking for him. His sudden appearance startled me. He also showed me the trophy in his hand. It turned out to be a branch. Looking closely, there is a mantis lying behind the leaves of the branches. It is fat and strong, and its two sharp huge teeth make people feel creepy at first sight. There is also a grasshopper on its back that is twice as big as an ordinary grasshopper. This is really a miracle!

Now is the season of rape harvest, so I came to grandpa's wheat field to do farm work with him. It's really interesting. Grandpa asked me to step on rape stalks, and I stepped on them cheerfully. "crunch." Waves of crisp broken shells came into my ears, like beautiful songs and the joy of farmers. After stepping on the rape stalk, I tapped it with a stick. I followed my grandfather's example and tapped with a stick. This is another crisp and pleasant sound. Rape is really a real singer. After a while, my hands stopped working, but I didn't have the strength to put down the stick. Curiosity made me pull open the rape stalk, and when I saw it, there were many small, round and black rapeseed hidden inside. That's how we get the oil we eat.

Time always flies. I'm going home, but when I think of the interesting things in the country, I smile happily again.

On Friday, my parents decided to eat jiaozi today to celebrate my excellent final results! Mother bought some wild vegetables, dumpling skins and meat in the morning. I was so happy that I said, "I ate jiaozi today!

At noon, my mother had wrapped jiaozi on the dining table. I looked at it and thought it was simple. My hands began to itch a little. I snuck onto the table and watched my mother wrap jiaozi.

I put the dumpling stuffing on the dumpling skin with chopsticks first, and then pinch the dumpling skin with my hands a little, huh? How do you feel when your hands are wet? Seeing the skin is broken, my mother said, "You put too much stuffing! How can I wrap it? "

I took another dumpling wrapper, put less stuffing and hugged a little. This time, there is no leakage. I happily put it on the mantelpiece, but I couldn't stand it. Mom added, "You put too little stuffing. How can you stand up? " I'm a little discouraged. At this time, my mother said, "You can wrap it like me!" "

Mother put the dumpling skin on the palm of her hand, then put a chopstick stuffing in the middle of the dumpling skin, then folded the dumpling skin in half and squeezed it skillfully with her thumb and forefinger. A chubby jiaozi appeared in front of me.

I started packing according to the method my mother taught me. The first jiaozi looks ugly, but she finally looks a bit like her, followed by the second and the third, each better than the last. Jiaozi is wrapped, so it's time to start cooking. Mother cooked a pot of water first, then gently put jiaozi in one by one, and then gently pushed it with the back of the spoon for fear of breaking jiaozi.

After a while, the pot boiled. My mother added half a bowl of water to the pot and gently pushed it with the back of the spoon from time to time. I asked my mother why she added water. Mother said, "jiaozi needs to be cooked three times before it can be cooked thoroughly, and the rubber band is soft." . The pot boiled again, and my mother added half a bowl of water to it, and then gave it a gentle push with a spoon as before.

Jiaozi cooked and began to fish. I saw my mother take jiaozi out with a colander. I ended up cooking two or three bags. However, I am flattered by my labor.

It was snowing outside on Tuesday. Mom is taking a nap, and I am playing alone. I feel bored. The snow stopped, so I ran downstairs. Seeing the thick snow, I had a whim and played with a snowman. After my careful conception and creation, a lovely snowman was born.

A cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering and tightened my thick down jacket and scarf. Then he looked at the snowman carefully and said to himself, "I still feel cold in so many clothes." That snowman, standing naked on the open dam, must be very cold, too. We have to find a way to warm it up! "

I gently picked up the snowman, walked into the house, went to the kitchen, and carefully put it on the floor heating. Then he put his scarf on the snowman, turned over a sweater and put it on the snowman, and said happily, "lovely snowman, now you don't have to worry about being frozen." I'll play with you later! " "Then he skipped downstairs happily and continued to play.

After a while, I ran into the house to play with the snowman, but I was surprised to find that the snowman was gone, clothes and scarves were scattered on the ground, and there was a big pool of water on the floor! "Where's the snowman?" I searched everywhere in the house and carefully checked every corner, but there was no trace of the snowman. I was so anxious that I sat on the ground and burst into tears.

My mother woke up with a start and walked straight up to me and said worriedly, "What's the matter? Don't cry, don't cry, be good ... ""Snowman ... Snowman ... No ... It's gone ... Wow ... "I pointed to the floor heating sadly and told my mother intermittently what happened while crying. My mother couldn't help laughing before the words were finished.

I stopped crying, scratched my head and gave my mother a surprised look. My mother stroked my head and said sadly, "Silly boy, you can't bake a snowman on the heater." As soon as the temperature is high, the snow will melt ... "I don't understand, so I smiled."

Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help giggling, which adds infinite fun to my childhood. Do you find it funny?

On Wednesday, when I first came to the dormitory, I probably heard crying the most. We all grew up under the hard wings of our parents. We always reach for clothes to make ends meet, and we never have any worries. Leaving the warm arms of parents is like missing the most important thing around you. Maybe it's because I miss my parents, or I just came to such a strange environment and can't adapt to life here, so I really cry almost every day. I am no exception, because I have followed my mother since I was a child, and I have always been like a follower of my mother. I left my mother at once, and the pupils have not recovered yet. I'm really not used to it. Fear of being criticized by teachers; I'm afraid I don't have enough time. I'm afraid no one will make friends with me ... A series of worries pop up in my mind and become sentimental. So I often lie in bed crying and call my mother. I can hear my mother's anxiety every time I call. People in the same dormitory are also sitting by my bed, comforting me alone, and there is love for me in every sentence.

Up to now, the dormitory is full of laughter. When someone tells jokes, it will make us laugh, and we will not be able to stand up straight. We discuss problems together, and when we encounter problems that can be laughed off, it will definitely arouse everyone's laughter after we bring them up. Even if you accidentally do something embarrassing in the dormitory, it will become the laughing stock of everyone. How can such a lively and energetic dormitory not make people laugh?

When I first arrived in the class, I knew very few classmates in the class. Students from all corners of the country gather together and there are many barriers between them. Although sitting together, there are few voices talking and chatting. I often sit in my seat, lying glumly alone, or reading a book alone. When the teacher asked each of us to introduce ourselves, few people impressed me deeply.

Up to now, everyone is in the classroom, and no one in the class knows. During the break, everyone can chat, joke or take a walk on the playground. Everyone will lend a helping hand to students who have difficulties, and they will be caring and attentive when they meet. Nowadays, there is a lot of friendship and unity among classmates.

My junior high school life is rich and colorful, and it is the best junior high school life. ...

I am not a person who loves learning very much. I have always been bored at school, but gradually, I like this happy campus life.

Friday morning, accompanied by a cool breeze, with a steady stream of people coming to the classroom, they put down their schoolbags, opened their books and started a day of campus life.

In the morning reading class, everyone read the text in unison, which was particularly beautiful and neat with the sound of birds singing. Although some students haven't read aloud yet, all the students have read aloud under the management of the class representative. It has become an indispensable voice on campus in the morning.

The students' favorite class is physical education class. On the physical education class, you can run freely, enjoy the sunshine and sweat.

After the fourth class in the morning, everyone's stomach is in everyone! The students excitedly ran out of the classroom to get lunch boxes, all smiling. You can't forget to joke when you are fighting for each other, but the friendship between classmates is still very strong. Some students even took four lunch boxes at a time, which almost covered their noses. Everyone happily shared lunch, chatted and laughed together, and the classroom suddenly became lively!

After a hearty meal, it's time to start an afternoon of intense study. Traveling in the ocean of knowledge and learning in a good atmosphere, everyone is full of energy and no one is left behind.

After a hard afternoon, when the sweet bell rang, the students immediately became lively from a serious state, sorting out their schoolbags while talking. Window cleaners clean windows, sweep the floor and take out the garbage. The students in the duty group are very busy, in order to let everyone have a better learning environment.

After saying goodbye, it's time to go home. The students walked in twos and threes, discussing their own affairs.

Then the same thing happens every day, just like a machine in a factory, doing the same thing every day. Although campus life is only eight classes a day, the happy time with my classmates is unforgettable.

I like campus life. I not only like to walk slowly on the path of campus life and feel the breath of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but also like to play with my classmates, talk about things, study topics and help each other together.

I really hope that this campus life will never disappear, and we can live happily and fully forever!

On Friday, I remembered the junior high school I entered, and the junior high school life was rich and colorful.

Junior high school life is like a string of strange notes, singing our songs. There is our symphony on the crooked stool in the canteen, our songs in the drizzle in the wet season, and countless arias under the fluorescent lamp are still stuck in thick reference books. How many unforgettable days filled our youth. ...

Unforgettable is the short ten minutes from the end of math class to lunch break. The minute hand is getting closer and closer to three quarters of an hour, and the second hand "ticks" round and round. My mind is no longer on math problems, and my eyes are fixed on the canteen beside the playground. The pen in my hand has been put down in a hurry, and the spoon and chopsticks are all ready for Tintin Mao Mao. Follow your right foot quietly to the outside of the table leg, and everything is ready. Everyone held their breath and waited for the brake when the bell rang 1. Just wait for him to rush out of the classroom as soon as the bell rings: team up in twos and threes and run to the canteen hand in hand. Let's meet again in the restaurant and laugh together. Our songs are full of joy. ...

I will never forget that I walked out of the campus with my trouser legs carefully in a dozen wet rainy seasons. Looking at the clusters of umbrella flowers gushing out from the campus, I felt helpless, sour and lonely. Everything turned into a muddy tear, which fell deeply into my heart on the way home in the rain until you appeared in my sight, and all the haze vanished. You handed me the umbrella. "We can go home with an umbrella. Be careful on the road. " Say that finish, you turned and disappeared in the crowd, leaving only a warm smile, blooming in the splash of rain flowers under your feet. There is infinite warmth in our songs. ...

I will also remember those days at the end of the term. Whether in class, during recess or during lunch break, we are always writing. Even if we go home from school, there must be warm yellow light around us among thousands of lamps. Those tired and sleepy late nights, you also sent me a warm phone call to encourage each other to stick to it. Our songs are full of bitterness and emotion. ...

Oh, unforgettable junior high school life, unforgettable days with you.